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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
stay, Like a dead leafless branch in the sunmer's bright
ray ; The beams of the warm sun play round it in vainIt may smile in its light, but it blooms not again i
THERE is not in this wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters
meet ; 2
1 « The Mceting 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 Thc riveis Avon and Ovoca.
Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my
Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom were
ncar, Who made ev'ry dear scene of enchantinent more
dear; And who felt how the best charms of nature im
prole When we see them reflected from looks that we
Sweet vale of Ovoca ! how calm could I rest : In thy bosoin 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
ST. SENANUS AND THE LADY
AIR-Tlie Brown Thorn.
« Oh ! haste and leave this sacred isle,
A female form I see;
« Oh! Father, send not hence my bark
Thy morn and evening prayer ;
1 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. Cangera, whom an angel had taken to the
The Lady's prayer Senanus spurn'd,
Till morning's light delay'd,
HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR WHEN DAYLIGHT
Ann-The twisting of the Rope.
How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,
And sunbeams dance along the silent sea; For then sweet dreams of other days arise.
And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.
island for the express purpose of introducing her to bim. The following was the ungracious answer Senanus, according to his poetical biographer :
Cui præsul, quid fæminis
See the Acta Sanci. Hib., page 610. Accoraing to ur. uçawich, 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
TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE.
( WRITTEN ON RETURNING A BLANK BOOK )
Take back the virgin page
White and unwritten still:
The leaf must fill.
Pure as even you require ;
Love turn to fire.