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SONGSTER. 99<br />

I dreamt <strong>of</strong> my laidy, I dreamt <strong>of</strong> her shroud.<br />

Cried a voice from <strong>the</strong> kinsmen, all wrathful and loud.<br />

And empty that stiroud and that c<strong>of</strong>liin did seem!<br />

Glenara, Glenara, now read me my dream.<br />

Oh ! pale grew <strong>the</strong> cheek <strong>of</strong> that chieftain, I ween.<br />

When <strong>the</strong> cotfin unclos'd, and no lady was seen.<br />

When a voice from <strong>the</strong> kinsmen spoke loudly in scorn.<br />

'Twas a ycuth who had lov'd <strong>the</strong> fair Ellen <strong>of</strong> Lorn.<br />

I dreamt <strong>of</strong> my lady, I dreamt <strong>of</strong> her grief,<br />

I dreamt that her lord was a barbarous chief:<br />

On a rock <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ocean fair Ellen did seem !<br />

Glenara, Glenara, now read me my dream.<br />

In dust low <strong>the</strong> traitor had knelt to <strong>the</strong> ground.<br />

And <strong>the</strong> desert reveal'd where his lady was found,<br />

From a rock <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ocean, that beauty is borne:<br />

Now joy to <strong>the</strong> house <strong>of</strong> fair Ellen <strong>of</strong> Lorn.<br />

Tlie Irislinian.<br />

The savage loves his native shore,<br />

Tho' rude <strong>the</strong> soil and chill <strong>the</strong> air,<br />

Then well may Erin's sons adore<br />

Their isle which nature formed so fair<br />

What flood reflects a show so sweet.<br />

As Shannon's great or pastoral band,<br />

Or who a friend or foe can meet.<br />

So gen'xous as an Irishman ?<br />

Tho' his hand be rash, his heart is wann.<br />

And principle is still his guide.<br />

None more regrets a Jeed <strong>of</strong> harm.<br />

None more forgives with nobler pride ;<br />

Ho may be dup'd, but won't be dar'd;<br />

But fit to practise and to plan.<br />

He ably earns his poor reward.<br />

And «;p'>n!« i* ^-V-* :i'» ['-•'^H'l-*"*'

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