Clad like the flowers, in beauty's bloom all fairly
Arising from the tomb.

In that fair Spring and in that Summer shadeless,
With her we, too, shall live--
There, 'neath His smile whose glory, beaming fadeless,
Eternal peace shall give.

And all these ties that Time's rough hand had driven
Shall be united there,
And every cross a Father's hand had given
Be gemmed with jewels fair!




LINES.


On reading "Lays of Love and Fatherland," by X. Y. Z.

Oh! say not now that Erin's harp
Is left untouched by minstrel hand;
Oh! say not that no minstrel heart
Sings now of "Love and Fatherland."
Green Ulster's mountains and her vales
Hear once again a patriot's lyre;
Ierna's legendary tales
Once more are told in patriot fire!