19 JANUARY 1878, Page 15

POETRY.

IRISH SONG.

1817(30E8T:01D BY A LYRIC or BARRY CORNWALL'S.]

On:! the Spring's delight Is the cowslip bright, As she laughs to the warblin' linnet ; And a whistlin' thrush On a white May bush, And his mate in the neat widin it.

Summer she shows Her rose; her rose ! And oh! all the happy night long The nightingale woos her ; At dawn the lark sues her, Wid the crystal surprise of his song.

King Autumn's crown Is the barley brown, Red over wid rosy fruit ; And the yellow trees, As they sigh in the breeze, Are the strings of his solemn lute.

Ould Winter's breath Is could as Death, Wirra! lonesome he's left the earth ; Yet the thrush he sings And the rose she springs From the flame of his fairy hearth.

THE Al7THOR OF "SONGS OF KILLARNEY."