And I may not forsake her yet To die upon the Brosna's Banks. Yet idle as those visions seem, They were a strange and faithful guide, When heaven itself had scarce a gleam To light my darken'd life beside; And if from grosser guilt escaped I feel no dying dread, the thanks Are due unto the Power that shaped My visions on the Brosna's Banks. And love, I feel, will come at last, Though I may not survive to see. C SONG FOR JULY 12TH, 1843 Air-" Boyne Water" OME! pledge again thy heart and hand- Our watchword be-" Our native land!" Our motto "Love forever!" And let the Orange lily be Thy badge, my patriot-brother- Behold how green the gallant stem But cannot give the Orange growth, Yea, more -the hand that plucks the flow'r Will vainly strive to cherish; The stem blooms on-but in that hour Ev'n thus be, in our country's cause, Our party feelings blended; Till lasting peace, from equal laws, On both shall have descended. Till then the Orange lily be Thy badge, my patriot-brotherThe everlasting Green for me; And we for one another. A ALICE FURLONG THE DREAMER WIND that dies on the meadows lush, Trembling stars in the breathless hush! The maiden's sleeping face doth bloom A sad, white lily in the gloom. Along the limpid horizon borne In the dim shadow of the eaves She wandereth by happy ways. With half-awakened twitterings, The young birds preen their folded wings! To him who long ago forgot. Athwart the meadowy, dewy-sweet, His kiss is kind upon her mouth. In the bird's house of emerald She never broke her passionate heart! Pipeth clear from the orchard close A thrush in the bowers of white and rose ! For full delight of birds and flowers T THE TREES HESE be God's fair high palaces, Walled with fine leafen trellises, Interstarred with the warm and luminous azure; Sunlights run laughing through, And rains and honey-dew Scatter pale pearls at every green embrasure. The tangled twist and twine Of his soaring staircases have mosses fine For emerald pavement, and each leafy chamber Athwart the mellow air The twinkling threads of gossamer Shimmer and shine In many a rainbow line. |