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;
proudly, my own island harp, I unbound thee,
And all thy chords to light, freedom and song!
The warm lay of and the light tone of gladness
Have waken'd thy fondest, thy thrill.
But so oft hast thou the deep sigh of sadness,
That in thy mirth, it will steal from thee still.
Dear harp of my country, to thy numbers,
This sweet of song is the last we shall twine;
Go, with the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers,
Till touch'd by some hand less than mine.
If the of the patriot, soldier or lover
Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy alone;
I was but as the wind passing over,
And all the wild I waked was thy own!