Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Harps

The Harp that once through 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 throb she gives,

Is when some heart indignant breaks,

  To show that still she lives.


Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

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