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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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ERIN! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES.
Erin! the tear and the smile In thine eyes Biend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies!
Shining through sorrow's stream.
Saddening through pleasure's beam.
Thy suns with doubtful gleam Weep while they rise. Erin! thy silent tear never shall cease, Erin! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase,
Till, like the rainbow's light,
Thy various tints unite,
And form, in Heaven's sight, One arch of peace! |
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FAREWELL! BUT WHENEVER YOU WELCOME.
Fareweli! but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the friend who once welcomed it, too, And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you. His griefs may return—not a hope may remain Of the few that have brightened his pathway of pain; But he ne'er will forget the short vision that threw Its enchantment around him, while ling'ring with you; And still on that evening, when pleasure fills up To the highest top-sparkle each heart and each cup, Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright, My soui, happy friends, shall be with you that night; Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your wiles, And return to me beaming all o'er with your smiles— Too blest, if it teils me that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmured, "I wish he were here!" Let Fate do her worst—there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that Joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories filled! Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled— You may break, you may shatter, the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. |
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KATTY, AVOURNEEN.
'Twas a cowld winter's night and the tempest was snarlin',
The snow, like a sheet, cover'd cabin and sty, When Barney flew over the hills to his darlin',
And tapp'd at the window where Katty did lie. "Arrah! jewel," says he, "are you sleeping or waking,
It's a bitter cowld night, and my coat it is thin, The storm it is brewin', the frost it is bakin',
Oh! Katty, avourneen, you must let me in." "Ah! then, Barney," says Kate, and she spoke through the window,
"How could you be taking us out of our beds, To come at this time; it's a shame and a sin, too.
It's whiskey, not love, has got Into your head. If your heart it was true, of my fame you'd be tindher,
Considher the time, an' there's nobody in, What has a poor girl but her name to defend her?
No, Barney, avourneen, I won't let you in!" "A cuishla," says he, "It's my heart is a fountain.
That weeps for the wrong I might lay at your door; Your name is more white than the snow on the mountain.
And Barney 'Id die to presarve it as pure. I'll go to my home, tho' the winter winds face me,
I'll whistle them off, for I'm happy within. And the words of my Katty will comfort and bless ma.
'No, Barney, avourneen, I won't let you in!' " |
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