22 SEPTEMBER 1894, Page 17

POETRY.

" THINKIN' LONG."

Oen, when we lived in ould Glenann.

Meself could lift a song !

An' ne'er an hour by day or dark Would I be thinkin' long.

The weary wind might take the roof, The rain might lay the corn, We'd up an' look for betther luck About the morrow's morn.

But since we come away from there, An' far across the say, I still have wrought an' still have thought, The way I'm doin' the day.

An' now we're quarely betther fixed, In troth, th' are nothin' wrong !

But many a time, by rain an' shine, I do be thinkin' long. MOIRA O'NEILL,