Bring me my harp, that I may wake Old chords of byegone hours: My fairy bark upon the lake, The banks of golden flow'rs; The cheerful fire that burnt so bright Upon my father's hearth, Affection's look of starry light Which beam'd upon my birth. Affection's look of starry light Which beam'd upon my birth. Aid me my harp, that I may sing The strain she lov'd to hear, Altho' from out this heart it wring At ev'ry note a tear; Those tears so sweet, oh, do not chide Nor offer joys relief, For know to calm sad mem'ry's tide, There is no joy like grief. For know to calm sad mem'ry's tide, There is no joy like grief.
Walllace, William Vincent and Fitzball, Edward, "Bring Me My Harp" (1856). Historic Sheet Music Collection. Paper 15.
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