Who that ever hath heard him-hath drank at the source Of that wonderful eloquence, all Erin's own, In whose high-thoughted daring, the fire and the force, And the yet untam'd spring of her spirit are shown An eloquence rich-wheresoever its wave Wander'd free and triumphant-with thoughts that shone through, As clear as the brook's stone of lustre, and gave Who that ever approach'd him, when free from the crowd, In a home full of love, he delighted to tread 'Mong the trees which a nation had giv'n, and which bow'd, As if each brought a new civic crown for his head: That home where-like him who as fable had told Put the rays from his brow, that his child might come near Every glory forgot, the most wise of the old Became all that simplest and youngest hold dear. Is there one who has thus, through his orbit of life, But at a distance observ'd him-through glory, through blame, In the calm of retreat, in the grandeur of strife, Whether shining or clouded, still and the same ? Such a union of all that enriches life's hour, Of the sweetness we love and the greatness we praise, As that type of simplicity blended with power, A child with a thunderbolt only portrays. Oh, no!-not a heart that e'er knew him but mourns, Deep, deep, o'er the grave, where such glory is shrin'd O'er a monument fame will preserve, 'mong the urns Of the wisest, the bravest, the best of mankind! Oh, the sight entrancing. Air-Planxty Sudley. Oh, the sight entrancing, When morning's beam is glancing O'er files, array'd With helm and blade, And plumes, in the gay wind dancing! May lead to death, But never to retreating! Oh, the sight entrancing, When morning's beam is glancing With helm and blade, And plumes, in the gay wind dancing! Yet, 'tis not helm or feather For ask yon despot, whether Could bring such hands And hearts as ours together? And proud he braves The gaudiest slaves, That crawl, where monarchs lead 'em, The sword may pierce the beaver, Stone walls in time may sever, 'Tis heart alone, Worth steel and stone, That keeps men free for ever! When the morning's beam is glancing O'er files, array'd With helm and blade, And in freedom's cause advancing! Sweet Innisfallan. Air-The captivating youth. Sweet Innisfallan, fare thee well, Sweet Innisfallan, fare thee well, And long may light around thee smile, As soft as on that evening fell, When first I saw thy fairy Isle ! Thou wert too lovely then for one No more along thy shores to come, Far better in thy weeping hours For, though unrivall'd in thy grace, Might hope to rest, and find in thee Like thine, hung weeping o'er his way! Weeping or smiling, lovely Isle ! And still the lovelier for thy tears For though but rare thy sunny smile, 'Tis Heav'n's own glance, when it appears. Like feeling hearts, whose joys are few, . But, when indeed they come, divine The steadiest light the sun e'er threw Is lifeless to one gleam of thine! 'Twas one of those dreams. Air-The Song of the Woods. "Twas one of those dreams, that by music are brought, Like a light summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought When, lost in the future, his soul wanders on, And all of this life, but its sweetness, is gone. |