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Oh, death!" then she cried, "I am thine:
I tear off the roses of beauty; The grave of my hero is mine, For he died true to love and to duty ""
MARSEILLES HYMN OF LIBERTY
YE sons of Freedom, wake to glory! Hark! hark! what myriads bid you
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears and hear their cries Shall hateful tyrants, mischiefs breed ing,
With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land, While peace and liberty lie bleeding To arms! to arms! ye brave! Th' avenging sword unsheath: March on, march on, all hearts resolved On victory or death.
Now, now, the dangerous storm is rolling,
Which treacherous kings confederate
The dogs of war, let loose, are howling, And, lo! our fields and cities blaze And shall we basely view the ruin, While lawless force, with guilty stride,
Spreads desolation far and wide, With crimes and blood his hands im
To arms! to arms! ye brave, &c.
With luxury and pride surrounded,
The vile insatiate despots dare— Their thirst of power and gold unbounded
To mete and vend the light and air. Like beasts of burden would they
Like gods, would bid their slaves adore:
But man is man, and who is more? Then shall they longer lash and goad us? To arms! to arms! ye brave, &c.
Oh! Liberty, can man resign thee, Once having felt thy generous flame? Can dungeons, bolts, and bars confine
Too long the world has wept, bewailing
THE MERRY MOUNTAIN HORN COME, my gallant soldier, come:
Leave the proud embattled field, Shrilly fife, and rolling drum
All the pleasures war can yield. Quickly come-again behold
The happy land where thou wert
And hear its music-sweet and bold,
In thy native valley find,
UPON the hill he turn 'd, to take a last fond look
At the valley, and the village church, and the cottage by the brook; He listen'd to the sounds so familiar to his ear,
And the soldier lean'd upon his sword, and wiped away a tear.
Beside that cottage porch a girl was on her knees,
She held aloft a snowy scarf, which flutter'd in the breeze:
She breathed a prayer for him, a prayer he could not hear;
But he paused to bless her as she knelt, and wiped away a tear.
He turn'd and left the spot-oh! do not deem him weak,
For dauntless was the soldier's heart, though tears were on his cheek. Go watch the foremost ranks in danger's dark career
Be sure the hand most daring there has wiped away a tear.
MY BOAT IS ON THE SHORE
My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore,
Here's a double health to thee
Here's a sigh for those that love,
And a smile for those who hate, And whatever sky's above,
Here's a heart for every fate.
Though the ocean roars around me, Yet it still shall bear me on; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won
Wer't the last drop in the well,
'Tis to thee that I would drink
In this water as this wine,
The libations I would pour Should be peace to thee and thine, And a health to thee, Tom Moore