"For on thy deck, though dark it be. "A female form I see; "And I have sworn this sainted sod "Shall ne'er by woman's feet be trod!" THE LADY. "Oh! Father, send not hence my bark The Lady's prayer SENANUS spurn'd ; Till morning's light delay'd, And given the saint one rosy smile, Nec te nec ullam aliam Admittemus in insulam. See the Acta Sanct. Hib. page 610. According to Dr. Ledwich, St. Senanus was no less a personage than the river Shannon; but O'Connor, and other Antiquarians, deny this metamorphose indignantly. HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR. AIR-The Twisting of the Rope. I. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, II. And, as I watch the line of light that plays Along the smooth wave toward the burning west, I long to tread that golden path of rays, And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest! Thoughts that not burn, but shine IV. And, as the records are, Which wandering seamen keep, Led by their hidden star Tell through what storms I stray, Guiding my way! THE LEGACY. AIR.-Unknown. I. WHEN in death I shall calm recline, O bear my heart to my mistress dear ; Tell her it lived upon smiles and wine Of the brightest hue, while it linger'd here ; Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow To sully a heart so brilliant and light; But balmy drops of the red grape borrow, To bathe the relic from morn till night. II. When the light of my song is o'er, Then take my harp to your ancient hall; Hang it up at that friendly door, Where weary travellers love to call.* Then if some bard, who roams forsaken, Revive its soft note in passing along, Oh! let one thought of its master waken Your warmest smile for the child of song. III. Keep this s cup, which is now o'erflowing, To grace your revel when I'm at rest; Never, oh! never its balm bestowing On lips that beauty hath seldom blest! But when some warm devoted lover To her he adores shall bathe its brim, "In every house was one or two harps, free to all travellers, who were the more caressed the more they excelled in music."-O'HALLORAN. |