Thomas Campbell

'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.

Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and read more

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing.
To wander along by the wind-beaten hill.
But the day star attracted his eyes' sad devotion,
For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean,
Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion
He sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.

What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod
Its Maker mean'd not should be trod
By man, the read more

What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod
Its Maker mean'd not should be trod
By man, the image of his God,
Erect and free,
Unscourged by Superstition's rod.