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| Come you not from Newcastle? (Sarah Brightman) |
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Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee
The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long;
When proudlymy own Island Harp! I unbound thee
And gave all thy chords to lightfreedomand song!
The warm lay of love and the light tone of gladness
Have waken'd thy fondestthy 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;
Gosleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers
Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine.
If the pulse of the patriotsoldieror lover
Have throbb'd at our lay'tis thy glory alone;
I was but as the windpassing heedlessly over
And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own!
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