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 o'er long;
proudly, my own island harp, I unbound thee,
And all thy chords to light, freedom and song!
The warm lay of love and the light of gladness
waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill.
But so oft thou 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 song is the we shall twine;
Go, sleep the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers,
touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine.
If the pulse of the patriot, soldier or
Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory
I was but as the wind heedlessly over,
And all the sweetness I waked was thy own!