Thomas Moore

May 28, 1780 - Feb 26, 1852


Tis Gone, And For Ever

by Thomas Moore

Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking,
Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead,
When man, from the slumber of ages awaking,
Look'd upward and bless'd the pure ray, ere it fled!
'Tis gone, and the gleams it has left of its burning,
But deepen the long night of bondage and mourning,
That dark o'er the kingdoms of earth is returning,
And darkest of all, hapless Erin! o'er thee.

For high was thy hope, when those glories were darting
Around thee, thro' all the gross clouds of the world;
When Truth, from her fetters indignantly starting,
At once, like a sunburst, her banner unfurl'd.
Oh, never shall earth see a moment so splendid!
Then, had that one hymn of deliverance blended
The tongues of all nations, how sweet had ascended
The first note of Liberty, Erin! from thee.

But shame on those tyrants, who envied the blessing!
And shame on the light race, unworthy its good,
Who, at Death's reeking altar, like furies caressing,
The young hope of Freedom, baptis'd it in blood!
Then vanish'd for ever that fair sunny vision,
Which, spite of the slavish, the cold heart's derision,
Shall long be remember'd, pure, bright, and elysian,
As first it arose, my lost Erin! on thee.


The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore.
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