Dear Harp Of My Country!

Dear Harp Of My Country!

Dear harp of my country in darkness I found thee
The cold chain of silence had hung oer 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 tone of gladness
Have wakend thy fondest thy liveliest thrill
But so oft has thou echod the deep sigh of sadness
That een 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
Go, sleep with the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers
Till touchd by some hand less unworthy than mine

If the pulse of the patriot soldier or lover
Have throbbd at our lay tis thy glory alone
I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over
And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own