II.

Sadly, oh MOYLE! to thy winter wave weeping,
Fate bids me languish long ages away;

Yet still in her darkness doth ERIN lie sleeping,
Still doth the pure light its dawning delay!
When will that day-star, mildly springing,
Warm our isle with peace and love?
When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing,
Call my spirit to the fields above?

COME SEND ROUND THE WINE.

I.

COME, send round the wine, and leave points of belief To simpleton sages, and reasoning fools;

This moment's a flower too fair and brief,

To be wither'd and stain'd by the dust of the schools. Your glass may be purple, and mine may be blue,

But, while they are filled from the same bright bowl, The fool, who would quarrel for difference of hue, Deserves not the comfort they shed o'er the soul.

II.

Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ?
Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,
If he kneel not before the same altar with me?
From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly,

To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss?
No! perish the hearts, and the laws that try

Truth, valour or love by a standard like this!

SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING.

I.

SUBLIME was the warning which Liberty spoke,
And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke
Into life and revenge from the conqueror's chain!
Oh Liberty! let not this spirit have rest,

Till it move,
like a breeze, o'er the waves of the west-
Give the light of your look to each sorrowing spot,
Nor oh! be the Shamrock of ERIN forgot,

While you add to your garland the Olive of SPAIN !

II.

If the fame of our fathers, bequeath'd with their rights,
Give to country its charm, and to home its delights,
If deceit be a wound and suspicion a stain;
Then, ye men of IBERIA! our cause is the same,
And oh! may his tomb want a tear and a name,
Who would ask for a nobler, a holier death,
Than to turn his last sigh into victory's breath

For the Shamrock of ERIN, and Olive of SPAIN!

III.

Ye BLAKES and O'DONNELS, whose fathers resign'd
The green hills of their youth, among strangers to find
That repose which, at home, they had sigh'd for in
vain,

Join, join in our hope that the flame, which you light,
May be felt yet in ERIN, as calm, and as bright,
And forgive even ALBION, while blushing she draws,
Like a truant, her sword, in the long-slighted cause
Of the Shamrock of ERIN, and Olive of SPAIN !

IV.

God prosper the cause!-oh! it cannot but thrive,
While the pulse of one patriot heart is alive,

Its devotion to feel, and its rights to maintain;
Then, how sainted by sorrow its martyrs will die!
The finger of Glory shall point where they lie,
While, far from the foot-step of coward or slave,
The young Spirit of Freedom shall shelter their grave

Beneath Shamrocks of ERIN and Olives of SPAIN.

BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING

YOUNG CHARMS.

I.

BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,

Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts, fading away!

Thou wouldst still be ador'd, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,

And, around the dear ruin, each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still!

II.

It is not, while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofan'd by a tear,

That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,

To which time will but make thee more dear!