Thomas Moore, from Irish Melodies, vol. 3
Like the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare's holy fane,*|
And burn'd through long ages of darkness and storm,
Is the heart that sorrows have frown'd on in vain,
Whose spirit outlives them, unfading and warm.
Erin, oh Erin, thus bright through the tears
Of a long night of bondage, thy spirit appears.
2. The nations have fallen, and thou still art young,
3. Unchill'd by the rain, and unwaked by the wind,
** Mrs. H. Tighe, in her exquisite lines on the lily, has applied this image to a still more important object. - notes from Irish Melodies.
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