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156                                      IIYLAND'S MAMMOTH
MARY O'MARA.
Mary O'Mara, I think that I see thee,
Still blooming and young, Crown'd with a beauty as dazzllngly beaming As poet e'er sung.
Lovers deep-sighing, All emulous vying
Thy love to secure; While 'twas mine to adore, And my lot to deplore— For thy minstrel was poor, Mary O'Mara Mary O'Mara, the lordly O'Hara
Might make thee bis own, For his lineage was high, while the light of thine eye Might have chalieng'd a throne! < If his love rise To the worth of the prize
He hath captur'd in thee. Then a homage is thine That a saint in her shrine Scarcely deeper may see.
Mary O'Mara. Mary O'Mara, I think that I hear thee,
With voice like a beli, So silver-sweet ringing, the minstrelsy singing Of him who iov'd well;
Of him who, still loving • And hopelessly roving
In regions afar, ' Stiil thinks of the time That he wove the sweet 'rhyme To his heart's brightest star— Mary O'Mara.
THE ABSENT IRISHMAN.
God speed the keel of the trusty ship,
That bears ye from our shore; There is little chance that ye'll ever glan
On our emerald island more. You are right to seek a far-off earth, ,            You are right to boldly strive
Where labor does not pine In dearth,
And the honest poor may thrive. Chorus.—God speed ye all! ye hopeful band. O'er your boundless path of blue;
But you'll never forget your own old land, Though wealth may gladden the new. You'll often think of the blackthorn leaves,
And the dog-rose peeping through; And you'll never forget the harvest sheaves,
Though the wheat was not for you. You'll often think of the busy ploughs,
And the merry-beating flail; You'll sometimes think of the dappled cows,
And then think of the milking-pall.
God speed, etc. You'll call to mind good neighbor Hind,
And the widow down the lane; And you'll wonder if the old .man's dead,
Or the widow wed again. You'll often think of the village spire,
And the churchyard green and fair; And perchance you'll sigh with drooping ey«.
If you've I«ft a loved one there.
God tpeed, etc.