Yet still in her darkness doth ERIN lie sleeping, Warm our isle with peace and love? COME SEND ROUND THE WINE. AIR.-We brought the Summer with us. I. COME, send round the wine, and leave points of belief To simpleton sages, and reasoning fools; This moment's a flower too fair and brief, To be wither'd and stain'd by the dust of the schools. Your glass may be purple and mine may be blue, But, while they are fill'd from the same bright bowl, The fool who would quarrel for difference of hue Deserves not the comfort they shed o'er the soul. II. Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss? No! perish the hearts, and the laws that try Truth, valour, or love by a standard like this! SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING. AIR.- The Black Joke. I. SUBLIME was the warning which Liberty spoke, And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke Into life and revenge from the conqueror's chain! Oh, Liberty! let not this spirit have rest, Till it move, like a breeze, o'er the waves of the westGive the light of your look to each sorrowing spot, Nor, oh! be the Shamrock of ERIN forgot, While you add to your garland the Olive of SPAIN! II. If the fame of our fathers, bequeath'd with their rights, Give to country its charm, and to home its delights, If deceit be a wound and suspicion a stainThen, ye men of IBERIA! our cause is the same; And oh! may his tomb want a tear and a name, Who would ask for a nobler, a holier death, Than to turn his last sigh into victory's breath For the Shamrock of ERIN and Olive of Spain ! III. Ye BLAKES and O'DONNELS, whose fathers resign'd vain, Join, join in our hope that the flame, which you light, IV. God prosper the cause!-oh! it cannot but thrive, Its devotion to feel, and its rights to maintain; The young Spirit of Freedom shall shelter their grave, Beneath Shamrocks of ERIN and Olives of SPAIN. BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING AIR.-My Lodging is on the cold Ground. I. BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, Like fairy-gifts fading away! and fleet in my arms, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And, around the dear ruin, each wish of my heart II. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, To which time will but make thee more dear! |