COMPILED AND EDITED BY Rev. W. MacIlwaine, D.D., M.R.J.A. Incumbent of S. George's Church, Belfast, and Υπὸ Δώρων ἁρμογὰν Ἐπὶ σοὶ, μάκαρ, άμβροτε Γονὲ κύδιμε παρθενου. Synesii Hymnus. HAKE, Lyre! whose thrill, in Erin's festive hour, Resounded glad through gilded court and hall; Whose wail, too, rose like Banshee's midnight call When sorrow's shade o'erhead was seen to lower : Once more awake, with all thy trancing power. Awake! a gale of gladness o'er thee steals Such as, in Spring-tide, earth reviving feels, Bidding to new-born life bird, brake, and flower. Give to its soothing sway thy trembling strings, It breathes upon thee from the courts above; Soft echoing the choir that ceaseless sings Around the Throne! Awake! the Heavenly Dove Hovers on high, peace-fraught, with silver wings Bathed in bright dew-drops from the fount of Love Which there, as crystal clear, eternal springs. |