Thus, Mary, be but thou my own; The day had sunk in dim showers, But midnight now, with lustre meet, Like hope upon a mourner's cheek. The moon's smile Play'd o'er a stream, in dimpling bliss,) "The brook can see no moon but this;" THE DREAM OF THOSE DAYS. THE dream of those days when first I sung thee is o'er, Say, is it that slavery sunk so deep in thy heart, Up Liberty's steep by Truth and Eloquence led, OH THE SHAMROCK THROUGH Erin's Isle, To sport awhile, As Love and Valour wander'd, Whose quiver bright A thousand arrows squander'd; A triple grass. Shoots up, with dew-drops streaming, As emeralds seen Through purest crystal gleaming. Oh the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! Chosen leaf Of Bard and Chief, Old Erin's native Shamrock! Says Valour, "See, They spring for me, "Those leafy gems of morning!" Says Love, "No, no, For me they grow,. "My fragrant path adorning." But Wit perceives The triple leaves, And cries, "Oh! do not sever "Three godlike friends, "Love, Valour, Wit, for ever!" Oh the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock Chosen leaf Of Bard and Chief, Old Erin's native Shamrock! So firmly fond May last the bond They wove that morn together, And ne'er may fall One drop of gall On Wit's celestial feather. May Love, as twine His flowers divine, Of thorny falsehood weed 'em; His standard rear Against the cause of Freedom! Oh the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! Chosen leaf Of Bard and Chief. Old Erin's native Shamrock! SONG OF INNISFAIL. THEY came from a land beyond the sea, Set sail, in their good ships, gallantly, From the sunny land of Spain. 'Oh, where's the Isle we've seen in dreams, Thus sung they as, by the morning's beams, And lo, where afar o'er ocean shines A sparkle of radiant green, As though in that deep lay emerald mines, Whose light through the wave was seen. "Tis Innisfail-'tis Innisfail!" Rings o'er the echoing sea; While, bending to heav'n, the warriors hail Then turn'd they unto the Eastern wave, A look of such sunny omen gave As lighted up sea and sky. Nor frown was seen through sky or sea, When first on their Isle of Destiny Our great forefathers trod. LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM. OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove; When my dream of life, from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream: No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream. Though the bard to purer fame may soar, Though he win the wise, who frown'd before, He'll never meet A joy so sweet, In all his noon of fame, As when first he sung to woman's ear His soul-felt flame, And at every close she blush'd to hear The one lov'd name. No, that hallow'd form is ne'er forgot Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot "Twas odour fled As soon as shed; 'Twas morning's winged dream; 'Twas a light, that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream: Oh! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again. ⚫OH! ARRANMORE, LOV'D ARRANMORE. OH! Arranmore, lov'd Arranmore, How oft I dream of thee, And of those days when, by thy shore, Full many a path I've tried since then, How blithe upon thy breezy cliffs With heart as bounding as the skiffs Or, when the western wave grew bright That Eden where th' immortal brave Whose bow'rs beyond the shining wave, Ah! dream too full of sadd'ning truth! Are like the hopes I built in youth,- AS VANQUISH'D ERIN. As vanquish'd Erin wept beside She saw where Discord, in the tide, |