Lines To A Lady

Joseph Rodman Drake

ON HEARING HER SING "CUSHLAMACHREE." 
 
 
 
YES! heaven protect thee, thou gem of the ocean; 
Dear land of my sires, though distant thy shores; 
Ere my heart cease to love thee, its latest emotion, 
The last dying throbs of its pulse must be o'er. 
 
And dark were the bosom, and cold and unfeeling, 
That tamely could listen unmoved at the call, 
When woman, the warm soul of melody stealing, 
Laments for her country and sighs o'er its fall. 
 
Sing on, gentle warbler, the tear-drop appearing 
Shall fall for the woes of the queen of the sea; 
And the spirit that breathes in the harp of green Erin, 
Descending, shall hail thee her "Cushlamachree."

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