Thomas Moore ( )


From Irish Melodies. 26. Erin, Oh Erin


LIKE the bright lamp, that shone in Kildares holy fane,
      And burnd through long ages of darkness and storm,
Is the heart that sorrows have frownd 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.

The nations have fallen, and thou still art young,
      Thy sun is but rising, when others are set;
And though slaverys cloud oer thy morning hath hung,
      The full noon of freedom shall beam round thee yet.
Erin, oh Erin, though long in the shade,
Thy star will shine out when the proudest shall fade.

Unchilld by the rain, and unwaked by the wind,
      The lily lies sleeping through winters cold hour,
Till Springs light touch her fetters unbind,
      And daylight and liberty bless the young flower.
Thus Erin, oh Erin, thy winter is past,
And the hope that lived through it shall blossom at last.



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 55


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