TO IRELAND.
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Green Isle Of the Ocean awake from thy


slumbers,


Q, shake off thy tear drops, bright gem Of


the sea 4"' Tte
Tho, sad as the notes of thy harp's broken


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Is the heart that is breathing its prayer for
sthee.


Awake! see the star of thy wild roses fling
. ing lI81Iil
The dew from their mantle of beauty and


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And sweet is the song that thy wild bird are
m singing, aala eil6- fist tf,.js's
Awake. then, awake from thy slumbers OF


night! 4sIf ,l5,E .tJH
Awake for thy smile is the sunshine of flow
ers, .. 6aH... a.aJ aia eEuEtat
AS bright as the hearts that new sleep on


thy shore, o, s y N-alFl
But wild as the hearts of thy maids are thy


bowers; aHtHala a'
Awake, then, and smile on thy children


once more! H8a a5a. la h.a
Isle OF the Ocean thy long night of sorrow.
Shall be broken at last Not cloud shall


remain i .85'tt9s @1 Hl lati7
And brighter the sun Of thy beauty to-mor-
Shall rise from its slumbers TO greet us again