Blue are her eyes, as though the skies,
Were ever blue above them,
And dark their full fringed canopies
As if the night-fays wove them.

Two roses kiss to mold her mouth,
Her ear's a lily blossom,
Her blush a sunset in the south,

And drifted snow her bosom.

Her voice is gay, but soft and low,

The sweetest of all trebles,
A silver brook, that in its flow,
Chimes over pearly pebbles.

A happy heart, a temper bright,
Her radiant smile expresses;
And, like a wealth of golden light,
Rain down her sunny tresses.

Earth's desert clime,
Whose sands are time,

Will prove a glad oasis

If 'tis my fate

My friends, to mate

With such a girl as Grace is.

FATHER O'FLYNN

F priests we can offer a charmin' variety,
Far renowned for larnin' and piety ;

OF

Still, I'd advance ye widout impropriety, Father O'Flynn as the flower of them all.

CHORUS.

Here's a health to you, Father O'Flynn,
Sláinte, and sláinte, and sláinte agin;
Powerfulest preacher, and

Tinderest teacher, and

Kindliest creature in ould Donegal.

Don't talk of your Provost and Fellows of Trinity
Famous forever at Greek and Latinity,

Faix! and the divils and all at Divinity —
Father O'Flynn 'd make hares of them all!
Come, I vinture to give you my word,
Niver the likes of his logic was heard,
Down from mythology

Into thayology,

Troth and conchology if he'd the call.

Och! Father O'Flynn, you've the wonderful way

wid you,

All the ould sinners are wishful to pray wid you,

All the young childer are wild for to play wid you, You've such a way wid you, Father avick!

Still, for all you've so gentle a soul,

Gad, you've your flock in the grandest control,
Checking the crazy ones,

Çoaxin' onaisy ones,

Liftin' the lazy ones on wid the stick.

And though quite avoidin' all foolish frivolity
Still, at all seasons of innocent jollity,

Where was the play-boy could claim an equality
At comicality, Father, wid you?

Once the Bishop looked grave at your jest,
Till this remark set him off wid the rest:

"Is it lave gaiety

All to the laity?

Cannot the clargy be Irishmen too?"

IRISH EYES

RISH eyes ! Irish eyes!

Eyes that most of all can move me!
Lift one look

From my book

Through your lashes dark, and prove me
In my worship, oh, how wise!

Other orbs, be content!

In your honor, not dispraisal
Most I prize

Irish eyes,

Since were not your ebon, hazel,
Violet,-all to light them lent?

Then no mischief, merry eyes!
Stars of thought, no jealous fancies
Can I err

To prefer

This sweet union of your glances,
Sparkling, darkling Irish eyes?

KITTY BHAN

EFORE the first ray of blushing day,

BE

Who should come but Kitty Bahn,

With her cheek like the rose on a bed of

snows,

And her bosom beneath like the sailing swan.
I looked and looked till my heart was gone.

With the foot of the fawn she crossed the lawn,
Half confiding and half in fear;

And her eyes of blue they thrilled me through,
One blessed minute; then, like the deer,
Away she darted, and left me here.

O sun, you are late at your golden gate,

For you've nothing to show beneath the sky To compare to the lass, who crossed the grass Of the shamrock field, ere the dew was dry, And the glance she gave me as she went by.

I'

LIKE A STONE IN THE STREET

''M left all alone like a stone at the side of the street, With no kind “ good day" on the way from the many I meet.

Still with looks cold and high they go by, not one

brow now unbends,

None hold out his hand of the band of my fair-weather friends.

They helped me to spend to the end all my fine shining store,

They drank to my health and my wealth till both were

no more.

And now they are off with a scoff as they leave me behind,

"When you've ate the rich fruit, underfoot with the bare bitter rind."

There's rest deep and still on yon hill by our old Chapel's side;