Lays from the West by M. A. Nicholl
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mystery!
CHURCH ISLAND, COUNTY DERRY. "Oh, search with mother-love the gifts Our land can boast; Fair Erna's isles--Neagh's wooded slopes-- Green Antrim's coast."--MACCARTHY. In peerless beauty, flushing, glowing, O'er broad Lutigh Neagh's breast, The sunset banner hovers, throwing Its glory over the West. And varied banks of glen and wood, That smile round Neagh's smiling flood, In this sweet hour seem fitting theme For Poet's song or artist's dream. Round the horizon, sternly frowning, The mountains like a barrier rise, The purple range, Slieve Gallion crowning, Towers grimly to the western skies. Northward Losgh Beg's bright waters play Round the Church Isle, where, lone and grey. The ruined pile with ivied walls To present days the past recalls. |
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