Irish Plays and Playwrights

by Cornelius Weygandt

That her day might dawn in glory;

Death made wide a million gates

So to close her tragic story."

And so it is in "A.E.'s" score and more poems that are suggested by Irish places and Irish legends and Irish loves. Never an Irish exile but will have a dear home place brought before him by such lines as

"The Greyhound River windeth through a loneliness so deep

Scarce a wild fowl shakes the quiet that the purple boglands keep";

and a story of the home place brought before him by such lines as

"Tarry thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight's glory;

Gay are the hills with song: earth's fairy children leave

More dim abodes to roam the primrose-hearted eve,