They are gone, but around them a light is still burning, Like a sentinel star o'er young Liberty's sleep, And when from their tombs the bold peasant's returning, His vows rise for freedom, low, noiseless, but deep! II. In vain did the cold-hearted Saxon endeavour age. No; as well might they stem the pure feeling still gushing O'er hearts and o'er harp-strings, by mountain and sea, As restrain that high patriot -spirit that's rushing III. They failed where great Washington purchased his glory, But their motives, their feelings, their lives were the same, And though they have fallen, in Erin's proud story, Free Liberty's light shall emblazon each name! Long, long shall we chant, to the wild strain undying, No. 4. BY SLANEY'S BANKS. I. By Slaney's banks I love to roam II. There lone, and dark, and silently It frowns above the waves, Where freemen knelt as slaves. A blot upon her ancient name, Which time can ne'er efface. III. Though Erin never more may see Upon the breeze of morn ; IV. Then let her sons once more unite, She wins a nation's name! Thus like the solar beams which blend All colours into one Shall Irishmen unite as friends, And then-their work is done ! No. 5. SING ME THAT LITTLE SONG AGAIN. I. SING me that little song again You used to sing to me Beneath our spreading tree; The lonely stream, the hazel dells, Rise up before me when you sing The same as on that day. II. Oh! how I wish once more to roam But this, alas! can never be, Except when mem❜ry strays Like day-dreams to those happy times, The scenes of former days. No. 6. THE WISH. I. THOUGH poor, I ask not riches now, Nor ought that wealth bestows; A nobler thought is on my brow, And in my bosom glows. II. I ask not throne or diadem, A brighter, richer, purer gem, Is in the boon I crave. III. I seek not Love's soft scenes of bliss, Nor beauty's brilliant smile: IV. I care not for the conqueror's fame, V. The voice that cheers the child of song, Still, still a wish, more sweet, more strong, VI. Of all the magic gifts that make A fairy's treasury, Oh! give me that which quickest brake Our chains, and set us free! |