Lyric Dear Harp of my country!

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 tone of gladness
Have waken d thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill;
But so oft has thou echo d the deep sigh of sadness,
That e en 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 touch d by some hand less unworthy than mine.

If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover,
Have throbb d 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!