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Oh, for the kings who flourish'd then!
When hearts and hands of freeborn men
Oh, for the kings who flourish'd then! etc.
NE'ER ASK THE HOUR.
AIR-My Husband's a Journey to Portugal gone.
NE'ER ask the hour what is it to us
How Time deals out his treasures?
The golden moments, lent us thus,
If counting them over could add to their blisses,
But moments of joy are, like Lesbia's kisses,
Young Joy ne'er thought of counting hours,
Till Care, one Summer's morning,
Set up, among his smiling flowers,
But Joy loved better to gaze on the sun,
Than to watch with old Care how the shadow
And how fast that light was going.
SAIL ON, SAIL ON.
AIR-The Humming of the Ban.
SAIL on, sail on thou fearless bark-
More sad than those we leave behind.
« Though death beneath our smile may be, Less cold we are, less false than they,
Whose smiling wreck'd thy hopes and thee..
sail on-through endless space
Through calm-through tempest stop no more. The stormiest sea's a resting place
To him who leaves such hearts on shore. Or, if some desert land we meet,
Where never yet false-hearted men Profaned a world, that else were sweetThen rest thee, bark, but not till then.
YES SAD ONE OF SION.
AIR-I would rather than Ireland.
YES, sad one of SION1f closely resembling,
Could make us thy children, our parent thou art. Like thee doth our nation lie conquer'd and broken,
I These verses were written after the perusal of a treaLise by Mr. Hamilton, professing to prove that the Irish "ere originally Jews.
And fallen from her head is the once royal crown; In her streets, in her halls, Desolation hath spoken, while it is day yet, her sun hath gone downd. »I
Like thine doth her exile, mid dreams of re
Die far from the home it were life to behold; Like thine do her sons, in the day of their mourn
Remember the bright things that bless'd them of old!
Ah well may we call her, like thee, "the Forsaken, 2
Her boldest are vanquish'd, her proudest are
And the harp of her minstrels, when gayest they waken,
Have breathings, as sad as the wind over graves!
Yet hadst thaou thy vengeance-yet came there the
«Her sun is gone down while it was yet day».
2 « Thou shalt no more be termed Forsaken.»
Jer. xv. 9.
Isa. lxi. 4.
That shines out, at last, on the longest dark
When the septre that smote thee with slavery and
Was shiver'd at once, like a reed, in thy sight
cup, which for others the proud Golden City!
Had brimm'd full of bitterness, drench'd her
And the world she had trampled on, heard, without pity.
The howl in her halls and the cry from her
When the curse Heaven keeps for the haughty
Her merchants rapacious, her rulers unjust,
a ruin, at last, for the earth-worm to
The Lady of Kingdoms 3 lay low in the dust.
«How hath the oppressor ceased! the golden city ceased.» Isaiah xiv. 4.
2 « Thy pomp is brought down to the grave...... and the worms cover thee.» Isaiah xiv. 11.
3 «Thou shalt no more be called the Lady of King doms.» Isaiah xlvii. 5.