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