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That dark o'er the kingdoms of earth is returning, And, darkest of all, hapless Erin! o'er thee,
For high was thy hope, when those glories were darting
Around thee, through all the gross clouds of the world;
When Truth, from her fetters indignantly start
At once like a sun-burst ', her banner unlurl'd, Oh, never shall earth see a moment so splendid! Then, then, had one Hymn of Deliverance blen
The tongues of all nations, how sweet had ascended
The first note of Liberty, Erin! from thee.
But shame on those tyrants, who envied the bles
And shame on the light race, unworthy its
Who, at Death's reeking altar, like furies cares
The young hope of freedom, baptized it in blood!
<< The Sun-burst» was the fanciful name given by the ancient Irish to the royal banner.
Then vanish'd for ever that fair
sunny vision, Which, spite of the slavish, the cold heart's de
Shall long be remember'd, pure, bright, and ely
As first it arose, my lost Erin! on thee,
1 SAW FROM THE BEACH.
AIR Miss Molly.
I SAW from the beach, when the morning was
A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on; I came, when the sun o'er that beach was decli
The bark was still there, but the waters vere
Ah! such is the fate of our life's early promise! So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known;
Each wave that we danced on at morning ebbs
And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore ́alone.
Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning
The close of our day, the calm eve of our night;
Give me back, give me back, the wild freshness of Morning,
Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's
Oh! who would not welcome that moment's re
When Passion first waked a new life through his frame,
And his soul, like the wood that grows precious in burning,
Gave out all its sweets to Love's exquisite flame!
FILL THE BUMPER FAIR:
AIR-Iob and Joan.
FILL the bumper fair
Ne'er so swiftly passes,
As when through the frame
It shoots from brimming glasses.
Fill the bumper fair!
Every drop we sprinkle
O'er the brow of Care
Sages can, they say,
Grasp the lightning's pinions,
And bring down its ray
From the starr'd dominions
So We, Sages, sit,
And 'mid bumpers bright'ning
From the Heav'n of Wit
Draw down all its lightning!
Fill the bumper fair! etc,
Wouldst thou know what first
Made our souls inherit This ennobling thirst
For wine's celestial spirit? It chanced upon that day, When, as bards inform us, Prometheus stole away
The living fires that warm us,
Fill the bumper fair! etc.
The careless youth, when up
To hide the pilfer'd fire in:-
Fill the bumper fair! etc.
Some drops were in the bowl,
Remains of last night's pleasure,
With which the sparks of soul
Mix'd their burning treasure!