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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

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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

heart!

Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ;
'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill!
Oh! no-it was something more exquisite still:-

'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

love.

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

peace !

ST. SENANUS AND THE LADY

AIR-Tlie Brown Thorn.

ST. SENANUS."

« Oh ! haste and leave this sacred isle,
Unholy bark, ere morning smile;
For on thy deck, though dark it be,

A female form I see;
And I have sworn the sainted sod
Shall ne'erby woman's feet be trod.o.

THE LADY.

« Oh! Father, send not hence my bark
Through wintry winds and billows dark;
I come with humble heart to share

Thy morn and evening prayer ;
Nor mine the feet, oh! holy saint,
The brightness of thy sod to taint. »

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,
The winds blew fresh, the bark return'd,
But legends hint that had the maid

Till morning's light delay'd,
And given the saint one rosy sinile,
She ne'er had left his lonely isle.

HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR WHEN DAYLIGHT

DIES

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
Commune est cum monachis,
Nec te nec ullain aliam
Admittemus in insulam.

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

rest?

TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE.

( WRITTEN ON RETURNING A BLANK BOOK )

AIR-Dermot.

Take back the virgin page

White and unwritten still:
Somehand more calm and sage

The leaf must fill.
Thoughts come as pure as light,

Pure as even you require ;
But, oh! each word I write

Love turn to fire.

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