GOUGANE BARRA. 191 GOUGANE BARRA. THERE is a green island in lone Gougane Barra, There grows the wild ash; and a time-stricken willow And its zone of dark hills-oh! to see them all bright'ning, When the tempest flings out its red banner of lightning, How oft, when the summer sun rested on Clara Have I sought thee, sweet spot, from my home by the ocean, And trod all thy wilds with a minstrel's devotion, High sons of the lyre! oh, how proud was the feeling To dream while alone through that solitude stealing; Though loftier minstrels green Erin can number, I alone waked the strain of her harp from its slumber, And glean'd the grey legend that long had been sleeping, Where oblivion's dull mist o'er its beauty was creeping, From the love which I felt for my country's sad story, When to love her was shame, to revile her was glory! Last bard of the free! were it mine to inherit The fire of thy harp and the wing of thy spirit, With the wrongs which, like thee, to my own land have bound me, Did I soon shall be gone—though my name may be spoken THE VIRGIN MARY'S BANK. THE evening-star rose beauteous above the fading day, THE VIRGIN MARY'S BANK. 193 And hill and wave shone brightly in the moonlight's mellow fall, But the bank of green where Mary knelt was brightest of them all. Slow moving o'er the waters, a gallant bark appear'd, And her joyous crew look'd from the deck as to the land she near'd; To the calm and shelter'd haven she floated like a swan, And her wings of snow o'er the waves below in pride and beauty shone. The master saw our Lady as he stood upon the prow, And mark'd the whiteness of her robe and the radiance of her brow; Her arms were folded gracefully upon her stainless breast, And her eyes look'd up among the stars to Him her soul lov'd best. He show'd her to his sailors, and he hail'd her with a cheer; And on the kneeling Virgin they gazed with laugh and jeer, And madly swore a form so fair they never saw before; And they curs'd the faint and lagging breeze that kept them from the shore. The ocean from its bosom shook off the moonlight sheen, And up its wrathful billows rose to vindicate their queen ; And a cloud came o'er the heavens, and a darkness o'er the land, And the scoffing crew beheld no more that Lady on the strand. Out burst the pealing thunder, and the lightning leap'd about, And rushing with his watery war, the tempest gave a shout; And that vessel from a mountain wave came down with thund'ring shock, And her timbers flew like scatter'd spray on Inchidony's rock. Then loud from all that guilty crew one shriek rose wild and high: But the angry surge swept over them and hush'd their gurgling cry; And with a hoarse exulting tone the tempest pass'd away, And down, still chafing from their strife, the indignant waters lay. When the calm and purple morning shone out on high Dunmore, Full many a mangled corpse was seen on Inchidony's shore ; And to this day the fisherman shows where the scoffers sank; And still he calls that hillock green the 'Virgin Mary's Bank.' JAMES JOSEPH CALLANAN. O SAY, MY BROWN DRIMIN.* O SAY, my brown Drimin, thou silk of the kine, O SAY, MY BROWN DRIMIN. 195 My strong ones have fallen-from the bright eye of day Oh! where art thou, Louis,-our eyes are on thee? But should the king's son,* now bereft of his right, When the prince, now an exile, shall come for his own, And kick them before, like old shoes from their feet. O'er mountains and valleys they'll press on their rout, When the flint-hearted Saxons they've chased far away. LAMENT FOR IRELAND. How dimm'd is the glory that circled the Gael, *The Pretender. |