188 ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS
Nothing Half 80 Sweet
npHEKE's nothing half so sweet in life
i As Love's young dream.
Thomas Moore
She is Far From the Land
SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,
And lovers around her are sighing ;
But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps,
For her heart in his grave is lying.
She sings the wild song of her dear native plains,
Every note which he loved awaking ;
Ah, little they think who delight in her strains
How the heart of the minstrel is breaking.
He had lived for his love, for his country he died.
They were all that to life had entwined him ;
Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried^
Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Oh, make her a grave where the sunbeams rest
When they promise a glorious morrow ;
They'll shine o'er her sleep like a smile from the West,
From her own loved island of sorrow.
Written by Thomas Moore of Sarah Curran, who
left Ireland after her lover's execution for rebellion
Lord, Who Shall Bear That Day ?
T OKD, who shall bear that day, so dread, so splendid,
.L When we shall see Thy angel hovering o'er
This sinful world, with hand to heaven extended,
And hear him swear by Thee that time's no more ?
When earth shall feel thy fast consuming ray—
Who, mighty God, oh who shall bear that day ?
When through the world Thy awful call hath sounded—
" Wake, oh ye dead, to judgment wake, ye dead ! "
And from the clouds, by seraph eyes surrounded,
The Saviour shall put forth His radiant head ;
While earth and heaven before Him pass away—
Who, mighty God, oh who shall bear that day ?
When, with a glance, the eternal Judge shall sever
Earth's evil spirits from the pure and bright,
And say to those, " Depart from Me for ever ! "
To these, " Come, dwell with Me in endless light!
When each and all in silence take their way—-
Who, mighty God, oh who shall bear that day ?
Thomas Moore