In a far off hamlet near the sea
Where billows oft, in days of storm, and
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Life's stormy surge had scarcely touched
Her blooming, beauteous brow,
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The gloom of night had overspread the land,
Swaying its dread sceptre o'er every man;
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Why did the sun his beams conceal
As if unwilling to reveal
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Ah! the year is slowly dying,
And the wind in tree-top sighing,
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Mightier than the sword thou art,
Thou can'st pierce like venomed dart,
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Oh! waves in the sunlight gleaming,
Oh! billows with ceaseless roar,
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The earth was young, the world was fair,
And balmy breezes filled the air,
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On a starry, wintry night,
Frosty and cold was the air,
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'Twas sunset's hour, the glorious day
Had in its beauty passed away;
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Lady with thine eyes of beauty
Rivaling cerulean flowers,
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Just look, 'tis a quarter past six, love--
And not even the fires are caught;
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'Twas a cloudless morn and the sun shone bright,
And dewdrops sparkled clear;
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The Past it is fraught with many a feeling
Of pleasure, of sadness, of joy, and of pain;
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Oh! Erin my country, my ancestor's home!
Impelled by my wants, I, from thee, had to roam;
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Come, let us join this festal lay--
Hurra, Hurra,
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Gentle as a maiden's dream,
Softly as the gliding stream,
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All hail! thou gorgeous sunset,
With thy gold and purple clouds,
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Bird of the woodland, sing me a song,
Fain would I list to thee, all the day long.
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Fain would I rival thee
Monarch of birds
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O! sing ye a dirge for the loved and the lost,
That have found them a home 'neath the coral reefs
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Sleep, Christian warrior, sleep,
Life's fitful dream is o'er,
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Carolina mourns to-day. For he, the gifted
Son of her adoption, is no more. The voice
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Just as the twilight's holy hour
In quietude so deep,
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I took up the burden of life anew
When she, the pure-hearted, died;
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Oh! surely for thee were the gates ajar,
As thy chariot onward sped,
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I'm sitting by the hearthstone now,
And my heart is lone and drear;
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I'll think of thee, mine own, dear one
As morn's first blushing ray
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Will you leave the hills of Scotland?
Your childhood's happy home,
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Come Peace, on snowy pinions,
Come, nestle like a dove;
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