And thou shalt have thy dower.
All are thine, or must be thine—
Temple, pillar, shrine!
[416] This song, as originally written, the reader will have met with in an earlier part of this publication, (p. 354.) Being afterwards completely remodelled by Mrs Hemans, perhaps no apology is requisite for its re-insertion here.
[417] “Ye myrtles brown, and ivy never sere.”—Lycidas.
THE MUSIC OF ST PATRICK’S.
[The choral music of St Patrick’s Cathedral, Dublin, is almost unrivalled in its combined powers of voice, organ, and scientific skill. The majestic harmony of effect thus produced is not a little deepened by the character of the church itself, which, though small, yet with its dark rich fretwork, knightly helmets and banners, and old monumental effigies, seems all filled and overshadowed by the spirit of chivalrous antiquity. The imagination never fails to recognise it as a fitting scene for high solemnities of old—a place to witness the solitary vigil of arms, or to resound with the funeral march at the burial of some warlike king.]
“All the choir
Sang Hallelujah, as the sound of seas.”—Milton.
Again! oh! send that anthem-peal again