Sprays of Shamrock

PORTLAND MAINE THE MOSHER PRESS MDCCCCXIV
N ot of the wrongs of her
M any and bitter and long though they be,—
S ongs of the hills of her,
S ongs of the rills of her,
I reland, set like a gem in the sea!
J ust a few songs of her,
N ot of the thongs of her,
S he that is bound, and yet fain would be free,—
S ongs of the gleams of her,
G lamours and dreams of her,
I reland, girt by the arms of the sea!