IRISH MELODIES.
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III.
Haply, when from those eyes
Far, far away I roam,
Should calmer thoughts arise
Tow'rds you and home;
Fancy may trace some line,
Worthy those eyes to meet;
Thoughts that not burn, but shine
Pure, calm and sweet!
IV.
And, as the records are,
Which wandering seamen keep,
Led by their hidden star
Through the cold deep;
So may the words I write
Tell thro' what storms I stray,
You still the unseen light,
Guiding my way!
