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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529237" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Exile Of Erin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,<br>The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill:<br>For his country he sign'd, when at twilight repairing<br>To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.<br>But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion,<br>For it rose o'er his own native isle fo the ocean,<br>Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion.<br>He sang the bold anthem of Erin Go Bragh!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sad is my fate!'- said the heart-broken stranger -<br>'The wild deer and wolf to the covert can flee;<br>But I have no refuge from famine and danger:<br>A home and a country remain not to me!<br>Never again, in my green, sunny bowers,<br>Where my forefathers lived, shall I spend the sweet hours;<br>Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers,<br>And strike to the numbers of Erin Go Bragh!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Erin, my country! though sad and forsaken,<br>In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore!<br>But, alas! in a far - foreign land I awaken,<br>And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more!<br>Oh! cruel fate, wilt thou never replace me<br>In a mansion of peace, where no perils can chase me?<br>Never again shall my brothers embrace me!-<br>They died to defend me!- or live to deplore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Where is my cabin-door, fast by the wild wood?<br>Sisters and sire, did ye weep for its fall?<br>Where is the mother that looked on my childhood?<br>And where is the bosom-friend, dearer than all?<br>Ah! my sad soul, long abandoned by pleasure!<br>Why did it dote on a fast-fading treasure?<br>Tears, like the rain-drops, may fall without measure;<br>But rapture and beauty they cannot recall!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet - all its fond recollections suppressing -<br>One dying wish my lone bosom shall draw:<br>Erin!- an exile bequeaths thee his blessing!<br>Land of my forefathers!- Erin go bragh!<br>Buried and cold, when my heart stills her motion,<br>Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean!<br>And thy harp-striking bards sind aloud with devotion,-<br>ERIN MAVOURNEEN! ERIN GO BRAGH!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Campbell">Thomas Campbell</a><div class=q>
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For his country he sign'd, when at twilight repairing
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