THE FLOWER OF ALL MAIDENS. My secrets shall rest in your bosom, Oh, loveliest! do not desert me! My earliest love was for you; And if thousands of woes should begirt me, Had you failed to extinguish my dolour, O fond one! I pine in dejection; My bosom is pierced to the core- And mine shall be yours evermore. Oh, you who have robbed me of pleasure, Oh, if you desert or deceive me, May lover ne'er bow to you more! Yours am I, my loveliest, wholly Oh, heed not the blind and the base, Who say that because of my folly I'll never have wealth, luck, or grace. 311 How much the poor creatures mistake me! I'll soon be laid under the mould! MANGAIRE SUGACH. WHITE'S DAUGHTER OF THE DELL. COME, let us trip away, love; We must no longer stay, love; Night soon will yield to day, love, We'll bid these haunts farewell. We'll quit the fields, and rather The tall White of the Dell ! I am filled with melancholy I was, as most can tell. But woes now throng me thickly, White's Daughter of the Dell! There's many a Kate and Sally Or glade, or mossy cell. Oh, were we in Thurles together, My Sweet One of the Dell! MY CONNOR. You bright, you blooming Fair, you! Has bound me like a spell! Oh, both by land and ocean, Dear Damsel of the Dell! Oh, were I seated near her, Where summer woods might cheer her, The blackbird's notes would sweil; I'd sing her praise and glory, And tell some fairy story Of olden ages hoary, To White's Rose of the Dell! 313 EOGHAN O'SULLIVAN. MY CONNOR. His eye is as black as the sloe, And his skin is as white as its blossom-- He loves me; but hate to the foe Has the innermost place in his bosom. I forgive him, for sorrow unmixed, If hatred to chains had not fixed The strong kernel-stone in his spirit. The lark never soars but to sing Nor sings but to soar; but my Connor Surpasses the lark on the wing, Though walking the earth without honour! The fetters-the fetters awake Deep passionate songs that betoken He loves me more dearly than life, The land without shackle upon her, Though dearly I doat on my Connor. There is hope for the land where the ties 'Twixt husband and wife have been reckoned As virtue the first, in strange eyes, Yet are, in their own, but the second! The sun never shines from the sky, If the country be long in dishonour With women, all braver than I And men, all as brave as my Connor. J. FRASER. THE DARK GIRL' BY THE 'HOLY WELL.' 'MOTHER! is that the passing bell? Or yet the midnight chime? Or is it near the Time The time when God, they say, comes down This weary world upon, With Holy Mary at His right, And at His left St. John! THE DARK GIRL' BY THE 'HOLY WELL.' 'I'm dumb! my heart forgets to throb; My blood forgets to run; I hear but tone of warning bell, On earth, God's face I'll never see! 'Mother! my hopes are gone again; God's glory in the crimson clouds- That perfumed breeze-or do you see Ah, no! ah, no! Well, God of Peace, Oh, make me patient with my doom, And guide my footsteps so on earth, 'Yet, mother, could I see thy smile, Before we part below Or watch the silver moon or stars Oh, could I see the sweet sunshine 315 |