(Thomas Moore)

From Irish Melodies. 70. Tis Gone, and for Ever

          TIS gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking,
                Like Heavens first dawn oer the sleep of the dead 
          When Man, from the slumber of ages awaking,
                Lookd upward, and blessd the pure ray, ere it fled.
          Tis gone, and the gleams it has left of its burning,
          But deepen the long night of bondage and mourning,
          That dark oer the kingdoms of earth is returning,
                And darkest of all, hapless Erin, oer thee.

          For high was thy hope, when those glories were darting
                Around thee, through all the gross clouds of the world;
          When Truth, from her letters indignantly starting,
                At once, like a sun-burst, her banner unfurld.
          Oh! never shall earth see a moment so splendid!
          Then, then  had one Hymn of Deliverance blended
          The tongues of all nations  how sweet had ascended
                The first note of liberty, Erin, from thee!

          But, shame on those tyrants who envied the blessing!
                And shame on the light race, unworthy its good,
          Who, at Deaths reeking altar, like furies, caressing
                The young hope of Freedom, baptised it in blood.
          Then vanishd for ever that fair sunny vision,
          Which, spite of the slavish, the cold hearts derision,
          Shall long be rememberd, pure, bright, and elysian,
                As first it arose, my lost Erin, on thee.

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