[BRANCH OF THE SWEET AND EARLY ROSE]
Branch of the sweet and early rose
That in the purest beauty flows,
So passing sweet to smell and sight,
On whom shalt thou bestow delight?
Who in the dewy evening walk
Shall pluck thee from the tender stalk?
Whose temples blushing shalt thou twine,
And who inhale thy breath divine?
Dr. Drennan.
[IS TRUAGH GAN MISE I SASANA]
'Tis a pity I'm not in England,
Or with one from Erin thither bound,
Out in the midst of the ocean,
Where the thousands of ships are drowned.
From wave to wave of the ocean
To be guided on with the wind and the rain—
And, O King! that Thou might'st guide me
Back to my love again!
Thomas MacDonagh.