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258 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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FANNY PARNELL (i 854-1882)
ERIN MY QUEEN
" \ S the breath of the musk-rose is sweetest 'mid A\ flowers,
As the palm like a queen o'er the forest-trees towers, As the pearl of the deep sea 'mid gems is the fairest, -As the spice-cradled phoenix 'mid birds is the rarest, As the star that keeps guard o'er Flath-Innis shines
brightest, As the angel-twined snow-wreaths 'mid all things are
whitest, As the dream of the singer his faint speech trans-
cendeth, As the rapture of martyrs all agony endeth, As the rivers of Aidenn 'mid earth's turbid waters, As Una the Pure One 'mid Eve's fallen daughters, So is Erin, my shining one, So is Erin, my peerless one ! " |
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POST-MORTEM
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HALL mine eyes behold thy glory, O my country ? Shall mine eyes behold thy glory ? Or shall the darkness close around them, ere the sun-blaze Break at last upon thy story ? |
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