Like a bark on the ocean, long shattered and tost, Oh where is the beauty that beam'd on thy brow? Bright shades of our sires! from your home in the skies, O'Nial of the Hostages, Con, whose high name In thy broad wing of darkness enfold us, O Night! Affliction's dark waters your spirits have bow'd, We know not our country, so strange is her face; LAMENT FOR IRELAND-ADARE. 197 Where, where are the woods that oft rung to your cheer, Where you waked the wild chase of the wolf and the deer? Can those dark heights, with ramparts all frowning and riven, Be the hills where your forests wav'd brightly in heaven? O bondsmen of Egypt, no Moses appears, To light your dark steps through this desert of tears! To lead you to freedom, or teach you to die! ADARE. O SWEET ADARE! O lovely vale! Ye morning airs, how sweet at dawn The slumbering boughs your song awaken, Or linger o'er the silent lawn, With odour of the harebell taken! Thy smile from far Knockfierna's mountain, Ye clouds of noon, how freshly there, meadows, When summer heats the open O'er parched hill and valley fair, All coolly lie your veiling shadows! Ye rolling shades and vapours grey, Slow creeping o'er the golden heaven, How soft ye seal the eye of day, And wreath the dusky brow of even! In sweet Adare the jocund Spring His notes of odorous joy is breathing; The wild birds in the woodland sing, The wild flowers in the vale are wreathing. There winds the Mague, as silver-clear, Among the elms so sweetly flowing; There, fragrant in the early year, Wild roses on the banks are blowing. The wild-duck seeks the sedgy bank, And sweet along the echoing vale GERALD GRIFFIN. ORANGE AND GREEN. COME, pledge again thy heart and hand-- ORANGE AND GREEN. 199 And let the Orange lily be Thy badge, my patriot brotherThe everlasting Green for me; And we for one another. Behold how green the gallant stem But cannot give the Orange growth, Yea, more—the hand that plucks the flow'r E'en thus be, in our country's cause, Till lasting peace, from equal laws, On both shall have descended. Till then the Orange lily be Thy badge, my patriot brother The everlasting Green for me; And-we for one another. JOHN D. FRASER. O BAY OF DUBLIN! O BAY OF DUBLIN ! my heart you're troublin', Your beauty haunts me like a fevered dream; Like frozen fountains that the sun sets bubblin', My heart's blood warms when I but hear your name. And never till this life-pulse ceases, My earliest thought you'll cease to be; Oh! there's no one here knows how fair that place is, And no one cares how dear it is to me. Sweet Wicklow Mountains! the sunlight sleeping How often when at work I'm sitting, And musing sadly on the days of yore, I think I see my Katey knitting, And the children playing round the cabin door; I think I see the neighbours' faces All gather'd round, their long-lost friend to see. Oh! though no one knows how fair that place is, Heaven knows how dear my poor home was to me. LADY DUFFERIN. |