The Harp That Once Through Tara’s Halls

Arranged by Ryan Malone for unaccompanied SATB chorus
Performed by Junior Ambassadors of Imperial Academy
(Ages 11-17)
Armstrong Auditorium, Dec. 11, 2014

By Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
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 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.