Dear Harp Of My Country — текст песни (Blackburn Fiona)

Dear harp of my country, in darkness I found thee,
The cold chain of silence had hung o`er thee long;
When proudly, my own island harp, I unbound thee,
And gave all thy chords to light, freedom and song!
The warm lay of love and the light tone of gladness
Have waken`d thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill.
But so oft hast thou echo`d the deep sigh of sadness,
That e`en in thy mirth, it will steal from thee still.
Dear harp of my country, farewell to thy numbers,
This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine;
Go, sleep with the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers,
Till touch`d by some hand less unworthy than mine.
If the pulse of the patriot, soldier or lover
Have throbb`d at our lay, `tis thy glory alone;
I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over,
And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own!