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Of his own loved land at evening hour
The rosy children whom he left behind;
With speaking tears, that ask him why
Vain, vain is then the trumpet's brazen roar,
And the stern eyes that look'd for blood before,
Oh War! when Truth thy arm employs,
And, like Heaven's lightning, sacredly destroys.
Of Him who made all harmony
From Slavery's slumber, breathes to Liberty.
(SPANISH PATRIOT's song.)
By Saragossa's ruin'd streets, By brave Gerona's deathful story,
That while one Spaniard's lifeblood beats, That blood shall stain a conqueror's glory!
(SPANISH AIR CONCLUDED.) But ah! if vain the patriot Spaniard's zeal,
If neither valour's force nor wisdom's lights Can break nor melt the blood-cemented seal
That shuts to close the book of Europe's rights, What song shall then in sadness tell
Of broken pride, of prospects shaded, Of buried hopes remembered well,
Of ardour quench'd, and honour faded ?
In sweetest dirge at Memory's shrine ?
lay, Like the sweet vesper of the bird that sings In the bright sunset of an April day,
While the cold shower yet hangs upon his wings. Long may the Irish heart repeat
An echo to those lively strains ;
That melody on distant plains,
With grateful warmth, and, sighing, sayThus speaks the music of the land
Where welcome ever lights the stranger's way; VOL. III.
Where, still the woe of others to beguile,
Is e'en the gayest heart's most loved employ; Where Grief herself will generously smile Through her own tears, to share another's joy!
The mariper, when first he sails, While his bold oars the sparkling surface sweep,
With new delight transported, hails The blue expanded skies and level deep.
Such young Ambition's fearless aim, Pleased with the gorgeous scene of wealth and
In the gay morn of early fame, [power, Nor thinks of evening storm and gloomy hour.
Life's opening views bright charms reveal, Feed the fond wish, and fan the youthful fire;
But woes unknown those charms conceal, And fair illusions cheat our fierce desire.
There Envy shows her sullen mien, With changeful colour, grinning smiles of hate;
There Malice stabs, with rage serene; In deadly silence treacherous Friendships wait,
High on a mountain's lofty brow,
Rock'd by the roaring winds that blow,
Within the sun-gilt vale beneath [dwells, More moderate Hope with sweet Contentment
While gentler breezes round them breathe, And softer showers refresh their peaceful cells.
To better genius ever blind,
Man quits the path by Heaven design'd,
Our native powers we scorn to know; With steadfast error still the wrong pursue;
Instruct our forward ills to grow, While sad successes but our pain renew.
In vain Heaven tempers life with sweet,
If dupes to passion and deceit,
Few can on Grandeur's stage appear,
No common virtue safe can steer, Where rocks unnumber'd lurk beneath the main.
Then happiest hè whose timely hand To cool Discretion has the helm resign'd;
Enjoys the calm, in sight of land, From changing tides secure, and trustless wind.
And at her glance the savage passions die! 'Tis Nature's festival; let Earth rejoice;
Vanquish'd and conqueror pour exulting songs; In distant regions, with according voice, [longs !
Let Man the victory bless-its prize to Man beResistless Freedom-when she nerves the arm,
No vulgar triumph crowns the hero's might; She, she alone can spread a moral charm
O’er War’s fell deeds, and sanctify the fight! Oh Gallia, in this bright immortal hour
How proud a trophy binds thy laureld brow! Republic, hail, whose independent power All Earth contested once, all Earth confesses
Protecting spirits of the glorious dead,
Ah! not in vain the hero's noble toil,
That blood shall consecrate his native soil !
the bard, For you shall Virtue pour the glowing tearAnd your remember'd deeds shall still your
country guard !
And thou, loved Britain, my parental isle,
Secure encircled by thy subject waves, Thou land august, where Freedom rear'd her pile,
While gothic Night obscured a world of slaves; Thy genius, that indignant heard the shock
Of frantic combat-(strife unmeet for thee !) Now views, triumphant, from his seagirt rock,
Thee unsubdued alone; for thou alone wert free!
Oh, happy thy misguided efforts failid,
My country, when with tyrant hosts combined ! Oh, hideous conquest, had thy sword prevailid And crown'd the' impious league against man.