The Harp That Once Thro' Tara's Halls

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Title:     The Harp That Once Thro' Tara's Halls
Author: Thomas Moore [More Titles by Moore]

The harp that once thro' Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls.
As if that soul were fled.--
So sleeps the pride of former days,
So glory's thrill is o'er,
And hearts, that once beat high for praise,
Now feel that pulse no more.

No more to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp of Tara swells;
The chord alone, that breaks at night,
Its tale of ruin tells.
Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes,
The only throbs she gives,
Is when some heart indignant breaks.
To show that still she lives.

[The end]
Thomas Moore's poem: Harp That Once Thro' Tara's Halls

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