Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Harp Of My Country

Dear harp of my country, in I found thee,
The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee
When proudly, my own island harp, I thee,
And all thy chords to light, freedom and song!
The lay of love and the light tone of gladness
Have waken'd thy fondest, thy thrill.
But so oft hast thou echo'd the deep of sadness,
e'en in thy mirth, it will steal from thee still.
Dear of my country, farewell to thy numbers,
This wreath 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 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!