A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

~! 8 l'ODl8 OY TB& 8t)OUL .Aim DOJOrBI'IO ·Ai'li'&CmO:U.

I tha.nlc you. for the patient emile

When your bel\rt was fit· to break,

When t.behun~er: pa.i.A wn~ ~a.wi~g tbere,

And you ihid i~, for my sake!

I Lleaa .you 1ror tbe pleasant word,

When your heart was sad and sore-

Oh! Iin.thi!I.Wtful you. are. gone, M.a.t',1 1

'Vho1•e grief C&ll't t•eaoh you. more I

l'm b'id,liug .you a long farewell,

My Mary,, kind And true ;

But l'JI not for~et you, darling-I

In the lalltd l m going to ;

They aay there's bread and work for r&l~

And the Etun a hi nee always there;

But.J'll not forget olJ Jreland,

Were it fifty times ae fail·.

And often ilJ those grand old wooda

1'11 ait, an.d mut my eyes,

And my he~itrl will travel back ~in

To the place where MAry lies;

And I'll think leee the li~tle etlle

Where wo aat aide by aide,

.An.d the apriwg4J,g ool'D, ~ud t,he bright MAy moru,

Wheu .fire,t you were ~y b1~ide.

Mas.: :CLACitWOOl> •

. §om.uti.c Jq6:.

0, LOVE oflovesi! to thy white hand is given

or earthly happiue&S tlie golllen key:

Thine are the JOJfO'QB hours of winter's. even

When the babes cling around their father's knee;

And thine. the voice that, on the midnight. sea,

Melts tlie l'UUe Dl&riuer with thoughts or home,

Peopling the gloom with All he longl! to 1ee.

Caou.