IRISH MELODIES.

IRISH MELODIES.

GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE.

GO where glory waits inee,

But while fame elates thee,
Oh still remember me !
When the praise thou meetest
To thine ear is sweetest,
Oh then remember me!
Other arms may press thee,
Dearer friends caress thee,
All the joys that bless thee,
Sweeter far may be;

But when friends are nearest,
And when joys are dearest,
Oh then remember me !

When, at eve, thou rovest,
By the star thou lovest,

Oh then remember me!
Think, when home returning,
Bright we've seen it burning

Oh thus remember me!

Oft as summer closes,
When thine eye reposes
On its lingering roses,

Once so lov'd by thee
Think of her who wove them,
Her who made thee love them,
Oh then remember me !

When, around thee dying,
Autumn leaves are lying,

Oh then remember me!
And, at night, when gazing
On the gay hearth blazing,
Oh still remember me !
Then should music, stealing
All the soul of feeling,
To thy heart appealing,

Draw one tear from thee; Then let memory bring thee Strains I used to sing thee,

Oh then remember me!

WAR SONG.

REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE,

REMEMBER the glories of Brien the brave,*

Though the days of the hero are o’er ;

Though lost to Mononia,t and cold in the grave, He returns to Kinkora‡ no more.

That star of the field, which so often hath pour'd Its beam on the battle, is set;

But enough of its glory remains on each sword, To light us to victory vet.

Mononia! when Nature embellished the tint
Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair,
Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print
The footstep of slavery there?

No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign,
Go, tell our invaders, the Danes,

That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, Than to sleep but a moment in chains.

* Brien Borombe, the great monarch of Ireland, who was killed at the battle of Clontarf, in the beginning of the 11th century, after having defeated the Danes in twenty-five engagements. The palace of Brien.

+ Munster