And then shall each Paddy, who once on the Liffey
Perchance held the helm of some mackerel-hoy,
Hold the helm of the state, and dispense in a jiffy
More fishes than ever he caught when a boy.

XII.

And those who now quit their hods, shovels, and barrows
In crowds to the bar of some ale-house to flock,
When bred to OUR bar shall be Gibbses and Garrows,
Assume the silk gown, and discard the smock-frock.

XIII.

For Erin surpasses the daughters of Neptune,
As Dian outshines each encircling star;
And the spheres of the heavens could never have kept tune
Till set to the music of Erin-go-bragh!



THE REBUILDING--BY R. S. {33} {99}



- "Per audaces nova dithyrambos
Verba devolvit numerisque fertur
Lege solutis." HORAT.