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

The lay of love and the light tone of gladness
waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill;
But so oft has thou the deep sigh of sadness,
That e'en in thy mirth it will steal from still.

Dear of my Country! farewell 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 unworthy mine.

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