IRISH BALLAD.
[Air,—" The Foggy Dew."]
On ! a wan cloud was drawn .O'er the dim, weeping dawn, As to Shannon's side I returned at last; And the heart in my breast For the girl I loved best Was beating,--ah, beating how loud and fast' While the doubts and the fears Of the long, aching years Seemed mingling their voice with the moaning flood.
Till full in my path, Like a wild water-wraith, My true-love's shadow lamenting stood.
But the sudden sun kissed The cold, cruel mist Into dancing showers of diamond dew ; The dark-flowing stream Laughed back to his beam, And the lark soared singing aloft in the blue While no phantom of night, But a form of delight Ran with arms outspread to her darling boy : And the girl I love best, On my wild, throbbing breast,
Hid her thousand treasures, with a cry of joy.
TIIE AUTROR OF "SONGS OF KILLARNEY."
Previous page
