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Home, Sweet Home (1829)/The Harp That Once

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THE HARP THAT ONCE.

The Harp that once through Tara’s halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute as Para's walls
As if that soul was fled:—
So sleep's the pride of former days,
So glory's thrill is o'er;
And hearts that once beat high for praise,
Now feel that pulse no more.

No more to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp of Para swells;
The chord alone, that breaks at night,
It's tale of ruin tells:
Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes,
The only throb she gives,
Is when some heart indignant breaks,
To show that still she lives.