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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. U5 |
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So thou wert spared. I'd bless the morrow, In want and sorrow, that left me you!
And I'd welcome thee from the wasting billow, This heart thy pillow—that's what I'd do! |
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YOU'LL REMEMBER ME.
When other lips and other hearts
Their tales of love shall tell. In language whose excess Imparts
The power they feel so well; There may, perhaps, in such a scene,
Some recollection be Of days that have as happy been,
And you'll remember me.
When coldness, or deceit, shall slight
The beauty now they prize, And deem it but a faded light
Which beams within your eyes; When hollow hearts shall wear a mask
'Twill break your own to see— In such a moment I but ask
That you'll remember me. |
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KILLARNEY.
By Kiilarney's lakes and fells
Em'rald isles and winding bays, Mountain paths and woodland dells,
Mem'ry ever fondly strays. Bounteous nature loves all lands,
Beauty wanders ev'ry where, Footprints leave on many strands,
But her home is surely there! Angels fold their wings, and rest
In that Eden of the west. Beauty's home, Killarney,
Ever fair Killarney—
Innlsfallen's ruined shrine,
May suggest a passing sigh. But man's faith can ne'er decline
Such God's wonders floating by; Castle Lough and Glenna Bay,
Mountains Tore and Eagle's Nest; Still at Mucross you must pray,
Though the monks are now at rest. Angels wonder not that man
There would fain prolong life's span Beauty's home, Killarney,
Ever fair Killarney—
No place else can charm the eye
With such bright and varied tints; Every rock that you pass by,
Verdure broiders or besprints. Virgin there the green grass grows,
Every morn Spring's natal day, Bright-hued berries daff the snows.
Smiling winter's frown away. Angels often pausing there,
Doubt If Eden were more fair; Beauty's home, Killarney,
Ever fair Killarney—
Music there for Echo dwells, Makes each sound a harmony;
Many voiced the chorus swells, Till it faints in ecstacy.
With the charmful tints below |
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