If deceit be a wound and suspicion a stain- For the Shamrock of ERIN and Olive of SPAIN ! III. Ye BLAKES and O'DONNELS, whose fathers resign'd IV. God prosper the cause!-oh! it cannot but thrive, Its devotion to feel, and its rights to maintain ; BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING AIR.-My Lodging is on the cold Ground. I. BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And, around the dear ruin, each wish of my heart II. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, To which time will but make thee more dear! Oh! the heart that has truly loved, never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turn'd when he rose ! Advertisement. In presenting the Third Number of this Work to the Public, POWER begs leave to offer his acknowledgments for the very liberal patronage with which it has been honoured; and to express a hope that the unabated zeal of those who have hitherto so admirably conducted it, will enable him to continue it through many future Numbers with equal spirit, variety, and taste. The stock of popular Melodies is far from being exhausted; and there is still in reserve an abundance of beautiful Airs, which call upon Mr. MOORE, in the language he so well understands, to save them from the oblivion to which they are hastening. POWER respectfully trusts he will not be thought presumptuous in saying, that he feels proud, as an Irishman, in even the very subordinate share which he can claim, in promoting a Work so creditable to the talents of the Country-a Work, which, from the spirit of nationality it breathes, will do more, he is convinced, towards liberalizing the feelings of society, and producing that brotherhood of sentiment which it is so much our interest to cherish, than could ever be effected by the arguments of wise, but uninteresting, politicians. LIKE the bright lamp that shone in KILDARE's holy fane,* II. The nations have fallen, and thou still art young, Thy sun is but rising, when others are set; And, though Slavery's cloud o'er thy morning hath hung, Thy star will shine out, when the proudest shall fade! III. Unchill'd by the rain, and unwaked by the wind, And the hope that lived through it shall blossom at last. * The inextinguishable fire of St. Bridget, at Kildare, which Giraldus mentions, "Apud Kildariam, occurrit Ignis Sanctæ Brigidæ, quem inextinguibilem vocant; non quod extingui non possit, sed quod tam solicitè moniales et sanctæ mulieres ignem, suppetente materia, fovent et nutriunt ut à tempore virginis per tot annorum curricula semper mansit inextinctus." -Girald. Camb. de Mirabil. Hibern. Dis. 2, c. 34. + Mrs. H. Tighe, in her exquisite lines on the lily, has applied this image to a still more important subject. DRINK TO HER. AIR.-Heigh oh! my Jackey. DRINK, to her, who long Hath waked the poet's sigh; The girl, who gave to song What gold could never buy. Oh! woman's heart was made For minstrel hands alone; By other fingers play'd, It yields not half the tone. Then, here's to her, who long Hath waked the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy! II. At Beauty's door of glass When Wealth and Wit once stood, They ask'd her, "which might pass?" She answer'd," he who could." With golden key Wealth thought To pass-but 'twould not do: While with a diamond brought, Which cut his bright way through! So here's to her, who long Hath waked the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy! III. The love that seeks a home Where wealth or grandeur shines, Is like the gloomy gnome That dwells in dark gold mines. But oh! the poet's love Can boast a brighter sphere; Its native home's above, Though woman keeps it here! |