. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Sadly, oh Moyle, to thy winter-wave weeping, Fate bids me languish long ages away;Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping, Still doth the pure light its dawning will that day-star, mildly springing, Warm our isle with peace and love?yWhen will heaven, its sweet bell ringing. Call my spirit to the fields above?.

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