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NO, NOT MORE WELCOME.
No, not more welcome the fairy numbers
When, half-awakening from fearful slumbers,
Nor thought its cold pulse would ever waken
Sweet voice of comfort! 'twas like the stealing
To have my long sleep of sorrow broken
By such benign blessed sounds again!
WHEN FIRST I MET THEE.
AIR-O Patrick, fy from me.
WHEN first I met thee, warm and young,
The heart whose hopes could make it
Deserves that thou shouldst break it!
When every tongue thy follies named,
Or found, in even the faults they blamed,
I still was true when nearer friends
Conspired to wrong, or slight thee;
The heart, that now thy falsehood rends,
Some day, perhaps, thou❜lt waken
From pleasure's dream, to know
Even now, though youth its bloom has shed,
The few, who loved thee once have fled,
The smiling there, like light on graves,
I would not now surrender
One taintless tear of mine
For all thy guilty splendour!
And days may come, thou false one! yet,
With smiles had still received thee,
And gladly died to prove thee all
Her fancy first belived thee.
Go-go-'tis vain to curse,
"Tis weakness to upbraid thee;
Than guilt and shame have made thee.
WHILE HISTORY'S MUSE.
WHILE History's Muse the memorial was keeping
With a pencil of light,
That illumed all the volume her WELLINGTON'S name.
Hail, Star of my Isle!» said the Spirit, all sparkling
With beams such as break from her own dewy
«Through ages of sorrow, deserted and darkling, «I've watch'd for some glory like thine to arise. For, though heroes I've number'd, unblest was their lot,
And unhallow'd they sleep in the cross-ways of Fame;
But, oh there is not
One dishonouring blot
On the wreath that encircles my WELLINGTON'S name!
And still the last crown of thy toils is remaining,' The grandest, the purest, e'en thou hast yet
Though proud was thy task, other nations unchaining,
Far prouder to heal the deep wounds of thy
At the foot of that throne, for whose weal thou hast stood,
Go plead for the land that first cradled thy fame
And bright o'er the flood
Of her tears and her blood
Let the rainbow of Hope be her WELLINGTON's