If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover
Have throbbed at our lay, 'twas thy glory alone;
I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over,
And all the wild sweetness I walk was they own.
--Moore to the Harp of Erin
Printed for the Author at the Baptist Mission Press;
And Sold by Messrs. S. Smith and Co. Hukaru Library.