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Air-Savournah Deelish.

"Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the

· dead, When man, from the slumber of ages awaking, : Look'd upward and bless'd the pure ray ere it

fled! 'Tis gone, and the gleams it has left of its burn

ing, But deepen the long night of bondage and

mourning, That dark o'er the kingdoms of earth is return

ing, 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 starting,

At once like a sun-burst", her banner unfurld, Oh, never shall earth see a moment so splendid! Then, then, had one Hymn of Deliverance

blended The tongues of all nations, how sweet had as

The first note of Liberty, Erin! from thee.

But shame on those tyrants, who envied the

blessing! And shame on the light race, unworthy its

good, Who, at Death's reeking altar, like furies ca

ressing, The young hope of Freedom, baptized it in


1 “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

rision, Shall long be remember'd, pure, bright, and

As first it arose, my lost Erin! on thee.


Air-Miss Molly.

I saw from the beach, when the morning was

shining, A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on; I came, when the sun o'er that beach was de

clining, The bark was still there, but the waters were


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

from us, 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

best light.

Oh! who would not welcome that moment's re

turning, 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! :

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