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Thomas Moore - As Vanquish`d Erin
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As vanquish`d Erin wept beside 
   The Boyne`s ill-fated river, 
She saw where Discord, in the tide, 
   Had dropp`d his loaded quiver. 
"Lie hid," she cried, "ye venom`d darts, 
   Where mortal eye may shun you; 
Lie hid — the stain of manly hearts, 
   That bled for me, is on you." 

But vain her wish, her weeping vain — 
   As Time too well hath taught her — 
Each year the Fiend returns again, 
   And dives into that water; 
And brings, triumphant, from beneath 
   His shafts of desolation, 
And sends them, wing`d with worse than death, 
   Through all her maddening nation. 

Alas for her who sits and mourns, 
   Even now, beside that river — 
Unwearied still the Fiend returns, 
   And stored is still his quiver. 
"When will this end, ye Powers of Good?" 
   She weeping asks for ever; 
But only hears, from out that flood, 
   The Demon answer, "Never!"
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