JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN
O, the Erne shall run red,
With redundance of blood, The earth shall rock beneath our tread,
And flames wrap hill and wood, And gun-peal and slogan-cry
Wake many a glen serene, Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die,
My Dark Rosalecn'
My own Rosaleen'
The Judgement Hour must first be nigh, Ere you can fade, ere you can die,
My Dark Rosaleen!
To Amine
"T /"EIL not thy mirror, sweet Amine, V Till night shall also veil each btar! Thou seest a twofold marvel there. The only face so fair as thine, The only eyes that, near or far, Can gaze on thine without despair.
674 The Nameless One
KDLL forth, my song, like the rushing river, That sweeps along to the mighty sea; God will inspire me while I deliver My soul of thee^
Tell thou the world, when my bones lie whitening
Amid the last homes of youth and eld, That once there was one whose veins ran lightning No eye beheld.
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