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1. A Local Poem - To a Friend (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Now, when Sol his beams are sinking I love to sit and dream
   Of those nooks and shady arbors, that now more beauteous seem,
   And I see in fancy's dreaming my own Dalua glide along,
   Native stream that so oft moved our own "D. D." to song,
   "Mohitus Rock," "McCartie's Tower," "McAuliffee's Castle" too, "Miss Meelan's Cave", and yonder
   where reigned "Chieftains of Woodview".

   You say that since the "minstrels" left, their praises are unsung,
   It cannot be, for well I know, your ever gifted tongue
   Will ceaseless praise and halos bring around "Dear Island Green",
   Now do not grieve that charms so rare, fail as they do, to keep
   Your children there, - for still they roam beyond the raging deep.
   Yes! that's too true, but well you know should Ireland's bugle call,
   Homeward bound they would be found, her children one and all.

   

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