The harp that once : to oombayga and family      The harp that once through tara's halls   The soul of music shed   Now hangs as mute on tara's walls   As if that soul were fled   So sleeps the pride of former days   So glory's thrill is o'er   And the hearts that once beat high for praise   Now feel that pulse no more   No more to chiefs and ladies bright   The harp of tara swells   The chord alone that breaks at night   Its tale of ruin tells   Thus freedom now so seldom wakes   The only throb she gives   Is when some heart indignant breaks   To show that still she lives