Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Harp Of My Country

Dear of my country, in darkness I found thee,
The cold chain of silence had hung thee long;
When proudly, my own harp, I unbound thee,
And all thy chords to light, freedom and song!
The warm lay of love and the 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 harp of my country, to thy numbers,
This sweet wreath of song is the we shall twine;
Go, sleep with the of fame on thy slumbers,
Till touch'd by some hand less than mine.
If the of the patriot, soldier or lover
throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone;
I was but as the wind heedlessly over,
And all the sweetness I waked was thy own!