The Leaf of many Sorrows, wet with thy tears for dew,
Emblem of thy long patience; that hearts, as brave and true
As those united hearts of green, through infamy and scorn,
Through the nation’s tribulations, like Saints the cross, have worn,
We’ll blazon with the Sunburst, star of thy destined morn,
Set in hope’s hue, our ancient blue on royal banners borne;
And green the Shamrock long shall shine, no more forlorn!
Song.
JOHN TODHUNTER
Bring from the craggy haunts of birch and pine.
Thou wild wind, bring
Keen forest odours from that realm of thine,
Upon thy wing!
O wind, O mighty, melancholy wind,
Blow through me, blow!
Thou blowest forgotten things into my mind,
From long ago.
Winter Sunset.
KATHERINE TYNAN
Roses in the sky,
Roses in the sea;
Bowers of scarlet sky-roses;
Take my heart and me.
God was good to make,
This December weather,
All this sky a rose-garden,
Rose and fire together.
To the East are burning
Roses in a garden,
Roses in a rosy field,
Hesper for their warden.