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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530039" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Prince's Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though dark are our sorrows, today we'll forget them, <br>And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers: <br>There never were hearts, if our rulers would let them, <br>More form'd to be grateful and blest than ours. <br>But just when the chain, <br>Has ceased to pain, <br>And hope has enwreathed it round with flowers, <br>There comes a new link, <br>Our spirits to sink -- <br>Oh! the joy that we taste, like the light of the poles, <br>Is a flash amid darkness, too brilliant to stay; <br>But, though 'twere the last little spark in our souls, <br>We must light it up now, on our Prince's Day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Contempt on the minion who calls you disloyal! <br>Though fierce to your foe, to your friends you are true; <br>And the tribute most high to a head that is royal, <br>Is love from a heart that loves liberty too. <br>While cowards, who blight <br>Your fame, your right, <br>Would shrink from the blaze of the battle array, <br>The Standard of Green <br>In front would be seen -- <br>Oh, my life on your faith! were you summon'd this minute, <br>You'd cast every bitter remembrance away, <br>And show what the arm of old Erin has in it, <br>When roused by the foe, on her Prince's Day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He loves the Green Isle, and his love is recorded <br>In hearts which have suffer'd too much to forget; <br>And hope shall be crown'd, and attachment rewarded, <br>And Erin's gay jubileee shine out yet. <br>The gem may be broke <br>By many a stroke, <br>But nothing can cloud its native ray; <br>Each fragment will cast <br>A light to the last -- <br>And thus, Erin, my country, though broken thou art, <br>There's lustre wiithin thee, that ne'er will decay; <br>A spirit which beams through each suffering part, <br>And now smiles at all pain on the Prince's Day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</a><div class=q>
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And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers: 
There never were hearts, if our rulers would let them, 
More form'd to be grateful and blest than ours. 
But just when the chain, 
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