Yet all its sad recollection suppressing, tion Erin mavournin!-Erin go bragh! 4 Ireland my darling-Ireland for ever. SONG. My mind is my kingdom, but if thou wilt deign A queen there to sway without measure; Then come, o'er its wishes and homage to reign, And make it an empire of pleasure. Then of thoughts and emotions each mutinous crowd, That rebell'd at stern reason and duty; Returning-shall yield all their loyalty proud To the Halcyon dominion of beauty. LINES WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF THE HIGHLAND SOCIETY IN LONDON, WHEN MET TO COMMEMORATE THE 21ST OF MARCH, THE DAY OF VICTORY IN EGYPT. PLEDGE to the much lov'd land that gave us birth! Invincible romantic Scotia's shore! Pledge to the memory of her parted worth! And first, amidst the brave, remember Moore! And be it deem'd not wrong that name to give, In festive hours, which prompts the patriots' sigh! Who would not envy such as Moore to live? And died he not as heroes wish to die? Yes, tho' too soon attaining glory's goal, To us his bright career too short was giv'n; Yet in a mighty cause his phenix soul Rose on the flames of victory to Heav'n! How oft (if beats in subjugated Spain One patriot heart) in secret shall it mourn For him!-How oft on far Corunna's plain Shall British exiles weep upon his urn! D5 |