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Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I thee,
The chain of silence had hung o'er thee long;
When proudly, my own Island Harp! I thee,
And gave all thy to light, freedom, and song!

The warm lay of love and the tone of gladness
waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill;
But so oft has 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 wreath of song is the last we twine;
Go, with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers,
Till touch'd by some hand unworthy than mine.

If the of the patriot, soldier, or lover,
Have at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone;
I was but as the wind, passing over,
And all the sweetness I waked was thy own!