Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Harp Of My Country

Dear harp of my country, in I found thee,
The cold chain of silence had o'er thee long;
proudly, my own island harp, I unbound thee,
And gave all thy to light, freedom and song!
The warm lay of love and the tone of gladness
Have thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill.
But so oft hast thou echo'd the deep of sadness,
e'en 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, sleep the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers,
Till touch'd by some less unworthy than mine.
If the pulse of the patriot, or lover
Have at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone;
I was but as the passing heedlessly over,
And all the wild sweetness I was thy own!