IX.

And now on the Saxons his clansmen advance,

With a shout from each heart, and a soul in each

lance.

He rushed, like a storm, o'er the night-covered

heath,

And swept through their ranks, like the angel of

death.

Then hurrah! for thy glory, young chieftain,

hurrah!

Oh! had we such lightning-souled heroes to-

day,

Again would our "Sunburst" * expand in the

gale,

And freedom exult o'er the green Innisfail.

——J. A. Shea.

* Irish national banner.