Now lavishly bedight her.
Love has become a glorious robe,
With thickest gold o'erladen;
And now we dwell upon a globe
Which is, indeed, an Aidenn.
I dwell with fixed eyes upon
My wife and cherub maiden,
I feel the light of that fire-sun,
That broadly shines on Aidenn,--
And all our days that brightly run,
Are heavily joy-laden--
And now we know our grief is done,
And that we dwell in Aidenn.




OF A SKYLARK.


At dawn I rose from silent sleep,
And heard a sky-lark singing,
Amid the azure far and deep,
Till all the arch was ringing.

And now, as deeper, deeper still
His form sank into heaven,
Me-seemed his heart's concentered thrill,
To his loved Lord was given.