Sarah Brightman - Dear Harp of my Country! lyrics

Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee,

The cold chain of silence had hung o`er thee long;

When proudly, my own Island Harp! I unbound thee,

And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song!

The warm lay of love and the light tone of gladness

Have waken`d thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill;

But so oft has thou echo`d the deep sigh of sadness,

That e`en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.

Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers.

This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine;

Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers,

Till touch`d by some hand less unworthy than mine.

If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover,

Have throbb`d at our lay, `tis thy glory alone;

I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over,

And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own!