A VOICE OF ERIN.
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"Heart-free" I said, "I shall be when,"
"I roam no more amid these bowers."
"I roam no more amid these bowers."
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I told her all my dream of Passion,
O'erawed by weight of grieving sighs,
And folded to her heart, beheld,
Love's glory shade her rapturous eyes.
O'erawed by weight of grieving sighs,
And folded to her heart, beheld,
Love's glory shade her rapturous eyes.
My dream brought forth its own fulfilling,
Its fibrous tissues crept and twined,
Round our two hearts, and blended wholly,
Two hemispheres of mind.
Its fibrous tissues crept and twined,
Round our two hearts, and blended wholly,
Two hemispheres of mind.
A VOICE OF ERIN.
Oh! green isle of Erin, the touch of the master,
O'er the chords of thy broken harp thrills,
Reechoes, and trances with strains of enchantment,
The brave hearts of liberty still.
O'er the chords of thy broken harp thrills,
Reechoes, and trances with strains of enchantment,
The brave hearts of liberty still.
