THEE, THEE, ONLY THEE. AIR.-The Market-Stake. I. THE dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking, When friends are met, and goblets crowh'd, II. Whatever in fame's high path could waken My spirit once, is now forsaken For thee, thee, only thee. Like shores, by which some headlong bark III. I have not a joy but of thy bringing, And pain itself seems sweet, when springing Like spells that nought on earth can break, SHALL THE HARP THEN BE SILENT? AIR.-Macfarlane's Lamentation. I. SHALL the Harp then be silent, when he, who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all eyes? Shall a Minstrel of Erin stand mute by the grave, Where the first, where the last of her Patriots lies? II. No-faint though the death-song may fall from his lips, Though his Harp, like his soul, may with shadows be cross'd, Yet, yet shall it sound, 'mid a nation's eclipse, And proclaim to the world what a star hath been lost!* What a union of all the affections and powers, IV. Oh, who that loves Erin-or who that can see, V. That one lucid interval, snatch'd from the gloom VI. Who, that ever hath heard him-hath drank at the source Of that wonderful eloquence, all Erin's own, It is only these two first verses, that are either fitted or intended to be sung. In whose high-thoughted daring, the fire, and the force, And the yet untamed spring of her spirit are shown. VII. An eloquence, rich-wheresoever its wave Wander'd free and triumphant-with thoughts that shone through As clear as the brook's "stone of lustre," and gave, VIII. Who, that ever approach'd him, when, free from the crowd, In a home full of love, he delighted to tread 'Mong the trees which a nation had given, and which bow'd, As if each brought a new civic crown for his head— IX. That home, where-like him who, as fable hath told, * Put the rays from his brow, that his child might come near Every glory forgot, the most wise of the old Became all that the simplest and youngest hold dear. * Apollo, in his interview with Phaeton, as described by Ovid:- Deposuit radios propriùsque accedere jussit." X. Is there one who has thus, through his orbit of life, But at distance observed him-through glory, through blame, In the calm of retreat, in the grandeur of strife Whether shining or clouded, still high and the same. XI. Such a union of all that enriches life's hour, Of the sweetness we love and the greatness we praise, As that type of simplicity blended with power, A child with a thunderbolt only portrays.— XII. Oh no-not a heart, that e'er knew him, but mourns, Deep, deep, o'er the grave, where such glory is shrined O'er a monument Fame will preserve, 'mong the urns Of the wisest, the bravest, the best of mankind! |