The Return of the O'Mahony: A Novel

by Harold Frederic

Along Dunmanus’ broken shore?

What do the west winds, keening shrill,

Call to each othir for evermore?

From Muirisc’s reeds, from Goleen’s weeds,

From Gabriel’s summit, Skull’s low lawn,

The echoes answer, through their tears,

‘O’Mahony’s gone! O’Mahony’s gone!’

II.

“But now the sunburst brightens all,

The clouds are lifted, waters gleam,