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Thomas Moore - Weep On, Weep On
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Weep on, weep on, your hour is past, 
   Your dreams of pride are o`er; 
The fatal chain is round you cast, 
   And you are men no more. 
In vain the hero`s heart hath bled; 
   The sage`s tongue hath warn`d in vain; 
Oh, Freedom! once thy flame hath fled, 
   It never lights again! 

Weep on — perhaps in after days, 
   They`ll learn to love your name, 
When many a deed may wake in praise 
   That long hath slept in blame. 
And when they tread the ruin`d isle, 
   Where rest, at length, the lord and slave, 
They`ll wondering ask, how hands so vile 
   Could conquer hearts so brave? 

"`Twas fate," they`ll say, "a wayward fate 
   Your web of discord wove; 
And while your tyrants join`d in hate, 
   You never join`d in love. 
But hearts fell off that ought to twine, 
   And man profaned what God had given; 
Till some were heard to curse the shrine 
   Where others knelt in heaven!"
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