Thus, Mary, be but thou my own;
While brighter eyes unheeded play,
I'll love those moonlight looks alone,
That bless my home and guide my way.

The day had sunk in dim showers,

But midnight now, with lustre meet,
Illumin'd all the pale flowers,

Like hope upon a mourner's cheek.
I said (while

The moon's smile

Play'd o'er a stream, in dimpling bliss,)

"The brook can see no moon but this;"
And thus, I thought, our fortunes run,
For many a lover looks to thee,
While oh! I feel there is but one,
One Mary in the world for me.

THE DREAM OF THOSE DAYS.

THE dream of those days when first I sung thee is o'er,
Thy triumph hath stain'd the charm thy sorrows then wore ;
And ev'n of the light which Hope once shed o'er thy chains,
Alas, not a gleam to grace thy freedom remains.

Say, is it that slavery sunk so deep in thy heart,
That still the dark brand is there, though chainless thou art;
And Freedom's sweet fruit, for which thy spirit long burn'a,
Now, reaching at last thy lip, to ashes hath turn'd?

Up Liberty's steep by Truth and Eloquence led,
With eyes on her temple fix'd, how proud was thy tread!
Ah, better thou ne'er had'st liv'd that summit to gain,
Or died in the porch, than thus dishonour the fane.

OH THE SHAMROCK

THROUGH Erin's Isle,

To sport awhile,

As Love and Valour wander'd,
With Wit, the sprite,

Whose quiver bright

A thousand arrows squander'd;
Where'er they pass,

A triple grass.

Shoots up, with dew-drops streaming,
As softly green

As emeralds seen

Through purest crystal gleaming.

Oh the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! Chosen leaf

Of Bard and Chief,

Old Erin's native Shamrock!

Says Valour, "See,

They spring for me,

"Those leafy gems of morning!"

Says Love, "No, no,

For me they grow,.

"My fragrant path adorning."

But Wit perceives

The triple leaves,

And cries, "Oh! do not sever
"A type, that blends

"Three godlike friends,

"Love, Valour, Wit, for ever!"

Oh the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock

Chosen leaf

Of Bard and Chief,

Old Erin's native Shamrock!

So firmly fond

May last the bond

They wove that morn together,

And ne'er may fall

One drop of gall

On Wit's celestial feather.

May Love, as twine

His flowers divine,

Of thorny falsehood weed 'em;
May Valour ne'er

His standard rear

Against the cause of Freedom!

Oh the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! Chosen leaf

Of Bard and Chief.

Old Erin's native Shamrock!

SONG OF INNISFAIL.

THEY came from a land beyond the sea,
And now o'er the western main

Set sail, in their good ships, gallantly,

From the sunny land of Spain.

'Oh, where's the Isle we've seen in dreams,
Our destin'd home or grave?"

Thus sung they as, by the morning's beams,
They swept the Atlantic wave.

And lo, where afar o'er ocean shines

A sparkle of radiant green,

As though in that deep lay emerald mines, Whose light through the wave was seen. "Tis Innisfail-'tis Innisfail!"

Rings o'er the echoing sea;

While, bending to heav'n, the warriors hail
That home of the brave and free.

Then turn'd they unto the Eastern wave,
Where now their Day-God's eye

A look of such sunny omen gave

As lighted up sea and sky.

Nor frown was seen through sky or sea,
Nor tear o'er leaf or sod,

When first on their Isle of Destiny

Our great forefathers trod.

LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM.

OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove;

When my dream of life, from morn till night Was love, still love.

New hope may bloom,

And days may come,

Of milder, calmer beam,

But there's nothing half so sweet in life

As love's young dream:

No, there's nothing half so sweet in life

As love's young dream.

Though the bard to purer fame may soar,
When wild youth's past;

Though he win the wise, who frown'd before,
To smile at last;

He'll never meet

A joy so sweet,

In all his noon of fame,

As when first he sung to woman's ear

His soul-felt flame,

And at every close she blush'd to hear

The one lov'd name.

No, that hallow'd form is ne'er forgot
Which first love trac'd;

Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot
On memory's waste.

"Twas odour fled

As soon as shed;

'Twas morning's winged dream;

'Twas a light, that ne'er can shine again

On life's dull stream:

Oh! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again.
On life's dull stream.

⚫OH! ARRANMORE, LOV'D ARRANMORE.

OH! Arranmore, lov'd Arranmore,

How oft I dream of thee,

And of those days when, by thy shore,
I wander'd young and free.

Full many a path I've tried since then,
Through pleasure's flowery maze,
But ne'er could find the bliss again
I felt in those sweet days.

How blithe upon thy breezy cliffs
At sunny morn I've stood,

With heart as bounding as the skiffs
That danc'd along thy flood;

Or, when the western wave grew bright
With daylight's parting wing,
Have sought that Eden in its light
Which dreaming poets sing;—

That Eden where th' immortal brave
Dwell in a land serene,-

Whose bow'rs beyond the shining wave,
At sunset, oft are seen.

Ah! dream too full of sadd'ning truth!
Those mansions o'er the main

Are like the hopes I built in youth,-
As sunny and as vain!

AS VANQUISH'D ERIN.

As vanquish'd Erin wept beside
The Boyne's ill-fated river,

She saw where Discord, in the tide,
Had dropp'd his loaded quiver.
"Lie hid," she cried, "ye venom'd darts,
"Where mortal eye may shun you;
"Lie hid-the stain of manly hearts,
"That bled f me, is on you.”