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VII.-BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY
Y that Lake, whose gloomy shore
Sky-lark never warbles o'er,
Here, at least,” he calmly said,
'Twas from Kathleen's eyes he flew,-
On the bold cliff's bosom cast,
Fearless she had track'd his feet
Ah, your Saints have cruel hearts !
Glendalough, thy gloomy wave
VIII.-THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER.
TIS the last rose of summer
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No rose-bud is nigh,
Or give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem ;
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
The gems drop away.
And fond ones are flown,
This bleak world alone ?
IX.-THE YOUNG MAY MOON.
THE young May moon is beaming, love,
How sweet to rove
Through Morna's grove, While the drowsy world is aming, love! Then awake !—the heavens look bright, my dear, 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear,
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
Now all the world is sleeping, love,
And I, whose star,
More glorious far,
Or, in watching the flight
Of bodies of light, He might happen to take thee for one, my dear!
2.-THE MINSTREL BOY.
THE Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone,
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.“Land of song!” said the warrior bard,
“Tho' all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee !”
The Minstrel fell !-but the foeman's chain
Could not bring his proud soul under; The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder; · And said, “No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery! Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery.”
XI.-THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING.
CHE time I've lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing
In woman's eyes,
My only books
Were woman's looks,
EAR Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee,
The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee,
And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song!
Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill;
That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.