THOSE EVENING BELLS TH HOSE evening bells! those evening bells! Those joyous hours are passed away; And so 'twill be when I am gone; R REMEMBER THEE EMEMBER thee? Yes; while there's life in this heart It shall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art; More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom, and thy showers, Than the rest of the world in their sunniest hours. Wert thou all that I wish thee—great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth, and first gem of the seaI might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow; But oh, could I love thee more deeply than now? No; thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs, But make thee more painfully dear to thy sons, Whose hearts, like the young of the desert-bird's nest, Drink love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast. THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS HE harp that once through Tara's halls Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, And hearts that once beat high for praise No more to chiefs and ladies bright The chord alone that breaks at night Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes Is when some heart indignant breaks, OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME H! breathe not his name,-let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid; Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. |