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IRISH MELODIES. |
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As softly green As emerald seen Thro' purest crystal gleaming. Oh the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! Chosen leaf Of Bard and Chief, Old Erin's native Shamrock!
Says Valour, " See, " They spring for me, " Those leafy gems of morning !" — Says Love, " No, no, " For me they grow, " My fragrant path adorning." But Wit perceives The triple leaves, And cries, " Oh! do not sever " A type that blends " Three godlike friends, " Love, Valour, Wit, for ever!" Oh the Shamrock, the green, immortal, Shamrock! Chosen leaf Of Bard and Chief, Old Erin's native Shamrock! |
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explaining the doctrine of the Trinity to the Pagan Irish. I do not know if there be any other reason for our adoptioa of this plant as a national emblem. Hope, among the Ancients, was sometimes represented as a beautiful child, standing upon tiptoes, and a trefoil, or three-coloured grass, in her hand. |
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