The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls
by Thomas Moore
The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls (1875) is a tribute to the traditional musical instrument of Ireland, symbolizing its people, spirit, and culture.
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.
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