Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Harp Of My Country

Dear harp of my country, in darkness I thee,
The cold chain of silence had hung thee long;
When proudly, my own island harp, I thee,
And gave all thy to light, freedom and song!
The lay of love and the light tone of gladness
waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill.
But so oft hast thou echo'd the deep of sadness,
That e'en in thy mirth, it will from thee still.
Dear of my country, farewell to thy numbers,
This sweet wreath of song is the last we twine;
Go, sleep with the sunshine of on thy slumbers,
Till touch'd by some hand less than mine.
If the pulse of the patriot, soldier or
Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy alone;
I was but as the passing heedlessly over,
And all the wild I waked was thy own!