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IRISH MELODIES.

GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE.

Air-Maid of the Valley.

Go where glory waits thee;
But, while Fame elates thee,

Oh! still remember me.
When the praise thou meetest
To thine ear is sweetest,

Oh! then remember me. Other arms may press thee, Dearer friends caress thee, All the joys that bless thee

be;

Sweeter far

may But when friends are nearest, And when joys are dearest,

Oh! then remember me.

When, at eve, thou rovest
By the star thou lovest,

Oh! then remember me. Think, when home returning, Bright we've seen it burning,

Oh! then remember me. Oft, as summer closes, When thine eye reposes On its ling'ring roses,

Once so loved by thee: Think of her who wove them, Her who made thee love them;

Oh! then remember me.

When, around thee, dying,
Autumn leaves are lying,

Oh! then remember me:
And, at night, when gazing
On the gay hearth blazing,

Oh! still remember me.

Then should music, stealing
All the soul of feeling,
To thy heart appealing,

Draw one tear from thee; Then let mem'ry bring thee Strains I used to sing thee;

Oh! then remember me.

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