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ST. SENANUS AND THE LADY.
Air-The Brown Thorn.
“ Oh! haste and leave this sacred isle,
A female form I see;
1 In a metrical life of St. Senanus, which is taken from an old Kilkenney 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. Cannera, whom an angel had taken to the island, for the express purpose of introducing her to him. The following was the ungracious answer of Senanus, according to his poetical biographer:
Cui Præsul, quid fæminis
“ Oh! Father send not hence my bark Through wintry winds and billows dark, I come with humble heart, to share
Thy morn and ev’ning prayer; Nor mine the feet, oh! holy Saint, The brightness of thy sod to taint.”
The Lady's prayer Senanus spurn’d,
Till morning's light delay'd
Nec te nec ullam aliam
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 metamorphosis indignantly.
HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR WHEN DAY
Air—The Twisting of the Rope.
How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,
And sunbeams melt along the silent sea, For then sweet dreams of other days arise,
And mem'ry breathes her vesper sigh to thee!
And as I watch the hue of light that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd 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
White and unwritten still:
The leaf must fill.
Pure as even you require;
Love turns to fire.
Yet let me keep the book;
Oft shall my heart renew,
Dear thoughts of you;
Like you it's fair and bright;
Like you, too bright and fair To let wild passion write
One wrong wish there.
Haply, when from those eyes
Far, far away, I roam, Should calmer thoughts arise
Tow'rds you and home, Fancy may trace some line
Worthy those eyes to meet; Thoughts that not burn, but shine,
Pure calm and sweet!
And as the records are,
Which wand'ring seamen keep, Led by the hidden star
Through winter's deep; So may the words I write
Tell through what storms I stray, You still the unseen light
Guiding my way!