Shines the lily like the sun, And it laughs o'er many a vale, Roses for an hour of love, These are white as the harvest moon, O the red rose shineth rare, But my shamrock, one in three, Takes the inmost heart of me! Katharine Tynan Hinkson. CLXXXIX WAYS OF WAR A TERRIBLE and splendid trust Croagh Patrick is the place of prayers, From Dursey Isle to Donegal, From Howth to Achill, the glad noise Rings and the heirs of glory fall, Or victory crowns their fighting joys. A dream! a dream! an ancient dream! That field may lie beneath the sun, That field in realms of thought be won, Some way, to faithful Inisfail, Shall come the majesty and awe Of martial truth, that must prevail, To lay on all the eternal law. Lionel Johnson. |