Thomas Moore ( )

From Irish Melodies. 24. Sublime Was the Warning

SUBLIME was the warning that liberty spoke,
And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke
      Into life and revenge from the conquerors chain.
Oh, Liberty! let not this spirit have rest,
Till it move, like a breeze, oer the waves of the west 
Give 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.

If the fame of our fathers, bequeathed with their rights,
Give to country its charm, and to home its delights;
      If deceit be a wound, and suspicion a stain,
Then, 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 victorys breath,
      For the Shamrock of Erin and the Olive of Spain!

Ye Blakes and ODonnels, whose fathers resignd
The green hills of their youth, among strangers to find
      That repose which, at home, they had sighd for in vain,
Join, join in our hope that the flame, which you light,
May be felt yet in Erin, as calm and as bright,
And forgive even Albion while blushing she draws,
Like a truant, her sword, in the long-slighted cause
      Of the Shamrock of Erin and Olive of Spain!

God prosper the cause!  oh, it cannot but thrive,
While the pulse of one patriot heart is alive,
      Its devotion to feel, and its rights to maintain;
Then, how sainted by sorrow its martyrs will die!
The finger of Glory shall point where they lie;
While, far from the footstep of coward or slave,
The young spirit of Freedom shall shelter their grave,
      Beneath Shamrocks of Erin and Olives of Spain!

Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 61. Id Mourn the Hopes
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 3
  3. From Irish Melodies. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
  4. From Irish Melodies. 92. ODonohues Mistress
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 68

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