And yon road of no returning,
_Tober Mhuire_.

O thy coolness and thy sweetness,
_Tober Mhuire_.
O thy sureness and completeness,
_Tober Mhuire_.
O this life I would be leaving,
With the greyness of its grieving,
And the deeps of its deceiving,
_Tober Mhuire_.

I would sip thy waters holy,
_Tober Mhuire_.
While the drops of life drip slowly,
_Tober Mhuire_--
Till the wings of angel whiteness,
With their softness and their lightness,
Blind me, fold me, in their brightness--
_Tober Mhuire_.




SLEEPY SONG.

(_Sung by Grainne to Diarmid in their Flight from the Fians_.)


Sleep a little O Diarmid, Diarmid,