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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 167 |
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A mother parted from her child whose absence spans
the years, Sees not, when gazing fond and far, with vision
dimmed by tears, A stalwart form, with bearded face and vigorous,
manly ways, But still beholds the darling boy she clasped in happy
days; The boy may be to manhood grown, and all his ways
be strange, But to the mother's wistful eye Time's hand hath
wrought no change; And thus doth faithful memory still preserve the
favourite scene, And picture o'er each cherished charm, though long
years intervene; Mayhap the scene is sadly changed and many a charm
decayed, But o'er the lamp that memory holds no darkening
hand is laid. New footsteps press thy banks, O Erne, but still thy
waters flow With rhythmic murmur as they did a thousand years
ago!
Since last like soothing strains at eve, their rippling cadence fell,
On ears not then attuned to notes of prouder, loftier swell.
I've stood where Hudson's mighty tide, sweeps downÂward to the sea,
And gazed on Mississippi's grand expanse of majesty;
Potomac's war-scarred shore I've seen by summer bloom made fair |
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