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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH
OH, SOON RETURN.
Our white sail caught the evening ray,
The wave beneath us seemed to burn, When all my weeping love could say
Was—"Oh, soon return!" Through many a clime our ship was driven,
O'er many a billow rudely thrown. Now chilled beneath a northern heaven,
Now sunned by summer's zone. Yet still where'er our course we lay,
When evening bid the west wave burn, I thought I heard her faintly say—
"Oh, soon return!" If ever yet my bosom found
Its thoughts a moment turned from thee, 'Twas then the combat raged around,
And brave men looked to me. But, though 'mid battle's wild alarm,
Love's gentle power might not appear He gave to Glory's brow the charm,
That made even danger dear. And when the vlet'ry's calm came o'er
The hearts where rage had ceased to burn, I heard that farewell voice once more—
"Oh, soon return!" |
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OH, HAD WE SOME BRIGHT LITTLE ISLE.
Oh, had we some bright little Isle of our own. In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone, Where a leaf never dies In the still-blooming bowers. And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers, Where the sun loves to pause with so fond a delay, That the night only draws a thin veil o'er the day; Where simply -to feel that wen breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give! There, with souls ever ardent and pure as the clime. We should love as they loved in the first golden time, The glow of the sunshine, the balm of the air. Would steal to our hearts, and malte all summer there. ■ With affection as free from decline as the bowers, And with hope like the bee, living always on flowers, Our life should resemble a long day of light, And our death come on holy and calm as the night.
ST. SENANUS AND THE LADY.
St. Senanus. *'Oh, haste and leave this sacred Isle, Unholy bark, ere morning smile; For on thy deck, though dark it be,
A female form I see; And I have sworn this sainted sod Shall ne'er by woman's feet be trod."
The Lady. "O Father! send not hence my bark, Through wintry winds and billows dark I come with humble heart to share
Thy morn and evening prayer: Nor mine the feet, O holy Saint, The brightness of thy sod to taint." The lady's prayer Sesanus spurned; The winds blew fresh, the bark returned: But legends hint that had the maid
Till morning's light delayed. And given the saint one rosy smile, Sho ne'er had left his lonely Isle. |
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