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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
 
Dear Harp of My Country
By Thomas Moore (1779–1852)
 
DEAR Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee,
  The cold chain of silence had hung o’er thee long,
When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee,
  And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song!
The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness        5
  Have wakened thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill;
But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness,
  That ev’n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.
 
Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers,
  This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine!        10
Go, sleep with the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers,
  Till touched by some hand less unworthy than mine;
If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover,
  Have throbbed at our lay, ’tis thy glory alone;
I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over,        15
  And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own.
 
 
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