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To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which Joy has no balm, and Affliction no sting:
Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will
Like a dead leafless branch in the summer's bright
The beams of the warm sun play round it in vainIt may smile in its light, but it blooms not again¦
THE MEETING OF WATERS. I
AIR-The Old Head of Dennis.
THERE is not in this wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;2
« The Meeting of the Waters » forms a part of that beautiful scenery which lies between Rathdrum and Arklow in the county of Wicklow; and these lines were suggested by a visit to this romantic spot, in the summer of the year 1807,
2 The rivers Avon and Ovoca.
Oh the last rays of feeling and life must depart Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart!
Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
"Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom were
Who made ev'ry dear scene of enchantment more
And who felt how the best charms of nature im
When we see them reflected from looks that we
Sweet vale of Ovoca! how calm could I rest
In thy bosom of shade,with the friends I love best, Where the storms which we feel in this cold world should cease,
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace!
ST. SENANUS AND THE LADY
AIR-The Brown Thorn.
« OH! haste and leave this sacred isle,
And I have sworn the sainted sod
Shall ne'erby woman's feet be trod.»
«Oh! Father, send not hence my
Through wintry winds and billows dark;
Thy morn and evening prayer;
In a metrical life of St. Senanus, which is taken from an old Kilkenny MS. and may be found among the Acta Sanctorum Hiberniæ, we are told of his flight to the island of Scattery, and his resolution not to admit any woman of the party; he refused to receive even a sister saint, St. Cannera, whom an angel had taken to the
The Lady's prayer Senanus spurn'd,
HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR WHEN DAYLIGHT DIES
AIR-The twisting of the Rope.
How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,
island for the express purpose of introducing her to him. The following was the ungracious answer Senanus, according to his poetical biographer :
Cui præsul, quid fœminis
Commune est cum monachis,
Nec te nec ullam aliam
Admittemus in insulam.
See the Acta Sanct. Hib., page 610.
According to Dr. Leawich, St. Senanus was no less a personage than the river Shannon; but O'Connor, and other antiquarians deny this metamorphosis indignantly.
And as I watch the line of light that plays
Along the smooth wave tow'rds the burning west, I long to tread that golden path of rays,
And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest?
TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE.
(WRITTEN ON RETURNING A BLANK BOOK. }
TAKE back the virgin page
White and unwritten still:
Thoughts come as pure as light,
Love turn to fire.