114 ' ?RIsn SoNGs. I'!1 still for their Friends have a heart warm end true, To their foes giye my hand, for what else can I do? Yes, I'll give 'am my hand---but, along wad it too, .3, tight little twig of Shelely. LBT Erin Fenera!Mar the days of.old, Whe?n faithless sons betray'd her; Malachi wore the collar of gold, Which he woo from her proud invader; W"en her king, with standard of green unfurl'd, Led the Red Branch knights to danger, Ere the emerald gem of the western world Was set in the crown of a stranger. On Lough-lq?eugh's bank,' as the' fisherman strays,
- Whoo the clear cold eve's declining,
He sees the round towers of other days, In the wave beneath him shining! Thus shall m6mory often, in dreams sublime, Catch a glimpse of the days that's over; Thus sighing, look through the wave of time, For the long faded glories they cover.
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