LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT. 99 The corn was springin' fresh and green, The place is little changed, Mary, 'Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near,- But the graveyard lies between, Mary, I'm very lonely, now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends; And you were all I had, Mary, 957397A There's nothing left to care for now, Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, When the trust in God had left my soul, I thank you for the patient smile I bless you for the pleasant word, When your heart was sad and sore,Oh, I'm thankful you are gone, Mary, Where grief can't reach you more! I'm bidding you a long farewell, In the land I'm going to; They say there's bread and work for all, And the sun shines always there,— But I'll not forget old Ireland, Were it fifty times as fair! MY LOVER SANG. 101 And often in those grand old woods And my heart will travel back again To the place where Mary lies; And I'll think I see the little stile Where we sat side by side, And the springin' corn, and the bright May morn, When first you were my bride. LADY DUFFERIN. MY LOVER SANG. He sang, my lover sang With mellow, melting note From out his grand, full throat, Through all my thrilling soul it rang, He sang, my lover sang Amid a list'ning throng Who deemed for them the song; But ah! I knew for me it rang, The song my lover sang. He sang, my lover sang! "I love! I love!" they heard, But I, a further word; "I love you! I love you!" so it rang, He sang, my lover sang! My heart was singing too. "I love you!" so my echo rang As sweet my lover sang. KITTY NEIL. "Ah! sweet Kitty Neil, rise up from that wheel, Your neat little foot will be weary with spin ning; Come trip down with me to the sycamore-tree; Half the parish is there, and the dance is beginning. The sun has gone down, but the full harvest-moon Shines sweetly and cool on the dew-whitened valley; While all the air rings with the soft loving things Each little bird sings in the green-shaded alley." With a blush and a smile Kitty rose up the while, Her eye in the glass, as she bound her hair, glancing; "Tis hard to refuse when a young lover sues, So she couldn't but choose to go off to the dancing. And now on the green the glad groups are seen, Each gay-hearted lad with the lass of his choosing; KITTY NEIL. 103 And Pat without fail leads out sweet Kitty Neil. Somehow, when he asked, she ne'er thought of refusing. And Felix Magee put his pipes to his knee, And with flourish so free sets each couple in motion: With a cheer and a bound the lads patter the ground, The maids move around just like swans on the ocean, Cheeks bright as the rose, feet light as the doe's, Now coyly retiring, now boldly advancing; Search the world all around from the sky to the ground, No such sight can be found as an Irish lass dancing. Sweet Kate, who could view your bright eyes of deep blue, Beaming humidly through their dark lashes so mildly, Your fair turned arm, heaving breast, rounded form, Nor feel his heart warm, and his pulses throb wildly? Young Pat feels his heart, as he gazes, depart, Subdued by the smart of such painful yet sweet love: |