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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 165 |
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Spring makes fluttering haste for summer, autumn grasps the flowers of June,
Winter's fretful shadows flit before September's mellow moon.
Ours is not a new experience; nay 'tis much as other men's;
Since time's earliest cycle human hearts have pondered, nows and thens;
This, at least, the years have taught us: roses bloom where snow has lain,
And the sun, though darkness 'whelm it, shines and glorifies again. |
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MEMORIES OF THE ERNE
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HE summer days are darker now, the wintery days more drear, And leaf and flower in glen and bower, more sombre seem and sere, Than when in boyhood's sunny days, which knew no
hour of shade, Along thy banks, O stately Erne, with idle steps I
strayed ! 'Twas five and twenty years ago and long years they
have been, Yet freshly still before me spreads the fair, familiar
scene.— The blooming slopes, the billowy fields, the winding
paths and ways, The woodlands near, the hills afar, all veiled in mystic haze. |
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