For it hath been by sorrow nursed, And ach'd in sleepless silence long; And now 'tis doom'd to know the worst, And break at once-or yield to song. (Set to Music by J. NATHAN.) SAW thee weep-the big bright tear I saw thee smile-the sapphire's blaze It could not match the living rays As clouds from yonder sun receive Which scarce the shade of coming eve Can banish from the sky, Those smiles unto the moodiest mind HY days are done, thy fame begun ; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son, The slaughters of his sword! The deeds he did, the fields he won, The freedom he restored! Though thou art fall'n, while we are free Thou shalt not taste of death! The generous blood that flow'd from thee Disdain'd to sink beneath : Within our veins its currents be, Thy spirit on our breath! |