. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . And yet, since last ttiy chord resounded, An hour of peace and triumph came,And many an ardent bosom bounded With hopes—that now are turnd to shameYet even then, while Peace was singing Her halcyon song oer land and sea,Tho joy and hope to others bringing. She only brought new tears to thee. Then, who can ask for notes of pleasure. My drooping Harp, from chords like thine •Alas, the larks gay morning measure As ill would suit the swans declineOr how shall I, who love, who bless thee, Invoke thy breath for Freedoms
. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . And yet, since last ttiy chord resounded, An hour of peace and triumph came,And many an ardent bosom bounded With hopes—that now are turnd to shameYet even then, while Peace was singing Her halcyon song oer land and sea,Tho joy and hope to others bringing. She only brought new tears to thee. Then, who can ask for notes of pleasure. My drooping Harp, from chords like thine •Alas, the larks gay morning measure As ill would suit the swans declineOr how shall I, who love, who bless thee, Invoke thy breath for Freedoms evn the wreaths in which I dress thee, Are sadly mixd—half flowrs, half chains? But come—if yet thy frame can borrow One breath of joy, oh, breathe for me,And show the world, in chains and sorrow, How sweet thy music still can be;How gaily, evn mid gloom surrounding. Thou yet canst wake at pleasures thrill-Like Memnons broken image sounding, Mid desolation tuneful still! Ifi4
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