The Harp of Erin | ||
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His manly visage, amiably mild,
Leading young Fancy, his enchanting child,
Whose little fingers bind
Each blushing native of the fruitful wild,
The lily pale, the vi'let blue,
The pansy drooping with distemper'd hue;
The willow trembling on the quer'lous wave;
Those the sportive infant flings,
Meanwhile she sings
Some effort of the pure poetic mind,
And hangs with lasting verse th' immortal painter's grave.
The Harp of Erin | ||