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A Happy New Year 1
Cradle Song 2
Queen Tamar's Castle 3
Ulster's Prayer 4
Dark Donegal 5
Hy-Brasail 7
B?lor of the Great Blows 9
The Garden 11
A Song of Spring 12
The Mir?ge on Kizil Koom 13
A Dream of Samark?nd 15
At Santa Sophia, Constantinople 21
The Hill Cities 22
Florence from San Miniato 23
The Thames 24
In Te, Domine, spero 26
Londonderry City Election, 1885 28
Londonderry City Election, 1913 29
To M. S. 30
The Song of Tim?r the Lame 31
Catullus, Carmina xxxi., l. 12 to end 32
Catullus, Carmina lxxvi. 33
The Fisherman's Dream 34
The Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers at Pieters', February, 1900 36
Senlac 39
Christmas-tide 46
A Happy New Year.
To the young, to the brave and the strong, Before whom the future outspreads As a board all light-handed to sweep, The unknown, and the right and the wrong, A Happy New Year!
To the good, to the tender and true, Who have stood by our side on the path Of life's follies and troubles and cares, The path that we all must pursue, A Happy New Year!
Cradle Song.
Sleep! Baby?nka, sleep! B?bochka will rock thy cradle. Wind that rushes through the trees, Eagle soaring o'er the breeze, Woodcock whistling in the reeds, Bring my darling sleep! Baby?nka dear, the Saints are watching.
Sleep! my darling, sleep! B?bochka Baby?nka watches. Wind and eagle, woodcock brown, All of them come rushing down To the cot where baby slumbers. They have brought Baby?nka sleep. O'er thy slumbers Saints are watching.
Queen Thamar's Castle.
In Dariel's rocky gorges deep, Where Terek's water madly moves, There is a castle on the steep, The scene of Queen Tam?ra's loves. She seemed to play an angel's part; Black as a demon's was her heart.
The weary traveller from below Looked on Tam?ra's window-glow, And gazing on the twinkling light, Went in to sup and pass the night.
But as the rays of rosy dawn Gilded the mountains in the morn, Silence fell on Tam?ra's halls, And Terek's madly rushing wave A mangled corpse bore to its grave.
Ulster's Prayer.
O God, who once in ages past Savedst from the fierce Red Sea And Ramses' chariots following fast Thy sons who sang to Thee: Turn Thee again, Lord of the Saints, Unto our suppliant side, Who humbly beg Thy help against Those who Thy faith deride.
'Gainst those who that pure faith can turn To dogma harsh and strict, From which all who its errors spurn Are cast off derelict; We, as our fathers prayed before, Fighting for faith and home, Beseech Thee for Thy help once more Against the wiles of Rome.
Dark Donegal.
The ocean is dashing Its waves o'er the strand That shelters Sheep Haven With hillocks of sand. M'Swyne's Gun is winding His horn o'er the lea, Atlantic is grinding The dust of the sea.
It cuts from the fields, Lough, haven, and bay, And dark Donegal yields To its constant sword-play. Through infinite inlets It pours willy-nilly, Into Ness and Mulroy, Sheep Haven and Swilly.
Atlantic was born Bluff, boisterous, coy; It may storm at the Horn When it coos at Mulroy. The ocean is silent, Or noisy or sullen; It may sleep at Melmore, Or rage at Rathmullan.
The ghosts of Saldanha Still walk at Port Salon; The bones of the Spaniards Lie deep off the Aran. In spite of these mem'ries, Or because of them all, The breeze carries gladness Over dark Donegal.
Dunfanaghy, September 2, 1913.
Hy-Brasail.
Near where Horn its dark head Rears o'er the deep ocean, And the sea-birds whirl round In a constant commotion, Where loving Atlantic Outstretches its arms, Four islands romantic Lie, lost in their charms.
The farthest is Tory, Rough, rocky and stern, Inishbeg, Inishbofin, Inishdoe, as you turn Your rapt gaze to the west, Orange, rose-red, or grey, Stretch, three islands at rest In the calm of the bay.
And beyond them, most blest Of a realm without guile, In the sunshine and rest Lies Hy-Brasail, the isle Of the angels and saints, So lovely and dim, Where the sea's white foam breaks On its far distant rim.
The peasant who heard of This wonderful isle Set sail to the west With a confident smile. The dream of Hy-Brasail Within his heart burned, He was lost in the sea And never returned.
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