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ERIN! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN TIINE
Eri! the tear and the smile in thine eye's
Shining through sorrows stream
Weep while they rise !
Erin! thy suent tear never shall cease,
Till, like the rainbow's lighi,
One arch of peace!
OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME.
Air-The Bruwn Maid.
Ch! breathe not his name— let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid!
Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his
But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it
weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he
sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
When he who adores thee has left but the name
Of his faults and his sorrows behind, Oh! say, wilt thou weep when they darken the
fame Of a life that for thee was resign'd! Yes, weep! and, however my foes may condemn.
Thy tears shall efface their decree; For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them,
I have been but too faithful to thee!
These words a lude to a story in a old Irish manuscript, which is too long and melancholy lo be inserted here.
With thee were the dreanis of my earliest love.
Every thought of my reason was thine :In my last humble pray’r to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine! Oh! bless'd are the lovers and friends who shall
live The days of thy glory to see;. But the next dearest blessing that I'eaven can give
Is the pride of thus dying for thee !
TIJE KARP THAT ONCE THROUGII TARA'S HALLS.
Que harp that once through Tara's halls,
The soul of music shed,
As if that soul were fled :
So glory's thrill is o'er ; ,
Now feel that pulse no more!
No more to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp of Tara swells ; '
Its' tale of ruin tells .-
The only throb she gives
To shew that still she lives!
I'ly not yet, ’tis just the liour,
That scorns the eye of vulgar light,
And maids who love the moon !
That beauty and the moon were made ; 'Tis then their soft attractions glowing Set the tides and goblets flowing !
Oh! stay,-oh! stay,–
To break ils links so soon.
Fly not yet! the fount that play'd,
To burn when night was near ;
Oh! stay,-oh! stay,-
As those that sparkle here !
OH! THINK NOT MY SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS AS
Air-John O'Reilly the Active.
On! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you
i Solis Fons, near the Temple of Ammon.