As then, 't was all thy wish and care, My foot the lightest o'er the green : And guiding every mazy tread. And weds them into harmony. Shall never drop its silv'ry tear THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS. HE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, GAILY SOUNDS THE CASTANET. (MALTESE AIR.) AILY sounds the castanet, Beating time to bounding feet, Maids and youths by moonlight meet. Oh, then, how sweet to move Through all that maze of mirth, Led by light from eyes we love Then, the joyous banquet spread Oh, then, how sweet to say Into some loved one's ear, Thoughts reserved through many a day When the dance and feast are done, Arm in arm as home we stray, How sweet to see the dawning sun O'er her cheek's warm blushes play! Then, too, the farewell kiss-- The words, whose parting tone Lingers still in dreams of bliss, That haunt young hearts alone. LY not yet, 'tis just the hour, When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. 'Twas but to bless these hours of shade That beauty and the moon were made ; "Tis then their soft attractions glowing Set the tides and goblets flowing. Oh! stay,-Oh! stay,- Like this to-night, that oh! 'tis pain Fly not yet, the fount that play'd In times of old through Ammon's shade, Though icy cold by day it ran, Yet still, like souls of mirth, began To burn when night was near. And thus, should woman's heart and looks As those that sparkle here? |