Thoughts as they came . , sweet floret! and sing, unseen warbler! Lose not the fresh blossom, nor cease the sweet lay ;Look well for the dawning of every new morning! Have ready a heartsease and song for the day! [89] THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME Let us never reject it, but rather accept it,This lightness of spirit, like joy of the morn. Dear hearts! they beat warmly, yet suffer as keenly,Whenever by sorrovi^ their strong chords are torn. No colleens are fairer! no turf grown is greener! Where find we more picturesque walls than at Slane ?To thy ruins in ivy, to Caragh in Kerry— And to all thy green
Thoughts as they came . , sweet floret! and sing, unseen warbler! Lose not the fresh blossom, nor cease the sweet lay ;Look well for the dawning of every new morning! Have ready a heartsease and song for the day! [89] THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME Let us never reject it, but rather accept it,This lightness of spirit, like joy of the morn. Dear hearts! they beat warmly, yet suffer as keenly,Whenever by sorrovi^ their strong chords are torn. No colleens are fairer! no turf grown is greener! Where find we more picturesque walls than at Slane ?To thy ruins in ivy, to Caragh in Kerry— And to all thy green hillsides, weve come back again. Ah, green hills of Ireland! Yere well-clad in verdure,From Giants Big Steps to the far Bantry Bay; May Peace lift her banner forever upon Ye! And keep j^our heart bloomin like blossoms in May. THE PRICE OF A HORSEOR, PATS REQUEST AT DUBLIN Tis a mighty keen moind have the Irish, And wonderful how it will leap!Youll find, as you journey among them. The Irishmans far from ashleep! [ 90 ].
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