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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529943" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dear Harp of my Country</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529943" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, <br>The cold chain of Silence had hung o'er thee long.<br>When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, <br>And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song. <br>The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness <br>Have waken'd thy fondest, thy livliest thrill, <br>But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, <br>That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529943" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dear Harp of my country! farewell to thy numbers, <br>This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine! <br>Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, <br>Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine. <br>If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, <br>Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; <br>I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, <br>And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</a></strong></div>

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