Swift, swift was the meeting
Of Death, with earth's glory!

Unrivalled in splendour
His sky was at morning,
Still brightening, its grandeur
His noonday adorning.

But a dark cloud rose glooming,
Ah, me! 'twas Death's shadow!
It chilled the heat blooming
Of hillside or meadow!

Oh, waters and wondrous deep,
Mountains and valleys,
Woodlands and heathery steep,
Lone greenwood alleys--

Sound the weird wail of woe,
Tell the news sad and low,
Let all the wide world knew
Of Erin's best lost one!




WELCOME TO SPRING.


Oh, Spring! sweet Spring! with your golden hours,