(ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)
'There bliss to hold some mountain pass
With Spirits bold and free
As those and thine, Leonidas,
Who held Thermopylae! -
The heart is more than walls of brass
To those who would be free.
On many a distant strand.
And Stars and Stripes share sympathies
With each down-trodden land.
While tyrants quake when Freemen rise
At Liberty's command-My Soul is with one gentle maid
Whole angels "called away"-
Such destined call must be obeyed-
She went to Heaven one day.
Still sweetly fresh and undecayed
Her memory clasps me aye! Yes, Emma, of the Virgin air,
And eyes of hazel hue,
Rose-dimpled cheeks, and wavy hair,
Though love the vaulted blue
(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)