TO A FRIEND. I. My own friend-my own friend! The world can hold I would not give my own friend. II. So bold and frank his bearing, boy, Should you meet him onward faring, boy, In Lapland's snow Or Chili's glow, You'd say "What news from Erin, boy?" III. He has a curious mind, boy 'Tis jovial-'tis refined, boy— 'Tis richly fraught With random thought, And feelings wildly kind, boy. IV. 'Twas eaten up with care, boy, For circle, line, and square, boy And few believed That genius thrived Upon such drowsy fare, boy. V. But his heart that beat so strong, boy, Forbade her slumber long, boy So she shook her wing, And with a spring Away she bore along, boy. VI. She wavers unconfined, boy, All wayward on the wind, boy, Yet her song All along Was of those she left behind, boy. VII. And we may let him roam, boy, For years and years to come, boy; In storms and seas In mirth and ease, He'll ne'er forget his home, boy. VIII. O give him not to wear, boy, He'll think of us His heart-he has us there, boy. IX. For what can't be undone, boy, Yet think the while Upon the friend that's gone, boy. X. O saw you his fire-side, boy, And those that round it bide, boy, The thrilling glee XI. Their airy poignant mirth, boy, From feeling has its birth, boy; 'Tis worth the groans And all the moans Of half the dolts on earth, boy. XII. Each soul that there has smiled, boy, Is Erin's native child, boy A woodbine flower In Erin's bower, So elegant, so wild, boy. XIII. The surly clouds that roll, boy, Will not for storms console, boy; 'Tis the rainbow's light So tenderly bright That softens and cheers the soul, boy. XIV. I'd ask no friends to mourn, boy, Or brine of eye Should gather round my urn, boy. XV. I just would ask a tear, boy, All sweetly gay, My memory should repair, boy. XVI. The laugh that there endears, boyThe memory of your years, boyWould more delight Your hovering sprite Than half the world's tears, boy. The three following pieces are not printed in Archdeacon Russell's Remains, and do not appear to have been known to Wolfe's biographer. They were found some years ago in manuscript, bound as addenda at the end of a copy of the third edition (1827) of Russell's book, now in the possession of the Rev. J. O. Murray, M.A., of Leicester. The pieces are written in a faded hand-writing on a single quarto sheet, on the fourth page of which it is stated that "the first of these poems was lately published in a magazine"-the last two are unpublished. The Sonnet, together with two stanzas from "The Contrast” and the concluding stanza of "The Last Rose of Summer," have been printed by Mr. T. W. Rolleston in his Treasury of Irish Poetry (1900). |