The Music of St Patrick's

Again! oh! send that anthem-peal again
Through the arch’d roof in triumph to the sky!
Bid the old tombs ring proudly to the strain,
The banners thrill as if with victory!

Such sounds the warrior awe-struck might have heard,
While arm’d for fields of chivalrous renown:
Such the high hearts of kings might well have stirr’d,
While throbbing still beneath the recent crown!

Those notes once more!--they bear my soul away,
They lend the wings of morning to its flight;
No earthly passion in th’ exulting lay
Whispers one tone to win me from that height.

All is of Heaven! Yet wherefore to mine eye
Gush the vain tears unbidden from their source,
Even while the waves of that strong harmony
Roll with my spirit on their sounding course?

Wherefore must rapture its full heart reveal
Thus by the burst of sorrow’s token shower!
--Oh! is it not, that humbly we may feel
Our nature’s limit in its proudest hour?