Erin, thy silent tear never shall cease, Erin, thy languid smile ne'er shall increase, Thy various tints unite, THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS. THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, No more to chiefs and ladies bright The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, WAR SONG REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE. REMEMBER the glories of Brien the brave, That star of the field, which so often hath pour d But enough of its glory remains on each sword, Mononia! when Nature embellish'd the tint No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, That 't is sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, Forget not our wounded companions, who stood While the moss of the valley grew red with their blood That sun which now blesses our arms with his light, Saw them fall upon Ossory's plain; Oh! let him not blush, when he leaves us to-night, OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME On! breathe not his name. let it sleep in the shade, But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. RICII AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE. RICH and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore; But oh! her beauty was far beyond ller sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. "Lady! dost thou not fear to stray, So lone and lovely through this bleak way? As not to be tempted by woman or gold?" 'Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarmı, For though they love woman and golden store, On she went, and her maiden smile In safety lighted her round the Green Isle, AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY GLOW. As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, While the tide runs in darkness and co.aness below, So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile, Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay, TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE WRITTEN ON RETURNING A BLANK BOOK. TAKE back the virgin page, White and unwritten still; Thoughts come, as pure as light, Pure as even you require: Love turns to ire. Yet let me keep the book. To let wild passion write Haply, when from those eyes Worthy those eyes to meet, |