Dublin Verses by Members of Trinity College

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: I GIVE MY HEART TO THEE I Give my heart to thee, O mother-land, I, if none else, recall the sacred womb. I, if none else, behold the loving eyes Bent ever on thy myriad progeny Who care not nor regard thee as they go, 0 tender, sorrowing, weeping, hoping land 1 give my heart to thee, O mother-land. I give...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: I GIVE MY HEART TO THEE I Give my heart to thee, O mother-land, I, if none else, recall the sacred womb. I, if none else, behold the loving eyes Bent ever on thy myriad progeny Who care not nor regard thee as they go, 0 tender, sorrowing, weeping, hoping land 1 give my heart to thee, O mother-land. I give my heart to thee, O father-land, Fast-anchored on thy own eternal soul, Rising with cloudy mountains to the skies. 0 proud, strong land, unstooping, stern of rule, Me rule as ever; let me feel thy might; Let me go forth with thee now and for aye. 1 give my heart to thee, O father-land. I give my heart to thee, heroic land, To thee or in thy morning when the Sun Flashed on thy giant limbs?thy lurid noon? Or in thy depth of night, fierce-thoughted one, Wrestling with phantoms of thy own wild soul, Or, stone-still, silent, waiting for the dawn, I give my heart to thee, heroic land. I give my heart to thee, ideal land, Far-soaring sister of the starry throng. 0 fleet of wing what journeyings are thine, What goal, what God attracts thee ? What unseen Glory reflected makes thy face a flame ? Leave me not, where thou goest, let me go. 1 give my heart to thee, ideal land. Standish O'GRADY. THE MEMORIAL GARDEN Half-sated with the petalled chalice fair, Yet thieving still, A roaming bee hums through the hot sweet air To poise at will. Behind the speckled laurel and dark box, On either hand, Crimson and golden-bright the hollyhocks Like sentries stand. And here 'neath sweeping boughs, and shadow flung And murm'rous sound, A slender couch of twisted meshes hung Just o'er the ground. Within the swaying net-work wouldst thou lie In ease serene: Only a leafy dome of boughs on high With sky between. Dear, ..