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GAELIC AND ENGLISH POEMS.
Let US bind our hearts, my brother,
Close to Christ and to each other ;
Then we'll hope our love to be
Fadeless in its fresh young beauty,
Changeless in its sense of duty,
A gi-een isle in life's rude sea ;
Where, amidst the ceaseless battle,
Sabre's flash and cannon's rattle,
Joy may find a keener zest ;
Where we with a smile, my brother,
Or a word, can cheer each other.
Till we reach the goal of rest.
I want you, dear ones, I want you ;
My soul is day and night
Stretching her wings towards you.
As for her homeward flight.
But the way is dark and eerie
On which alone I stray.
The wings all broken and weary,
And the hoine far away.
Oh, for one precious golden hour
Beyond yon frowning hill ;
Fruit from my own sweet woodland bow(r.
Drink from its crystal rill !
Where grows no blade nor blossom,
Low on the earth I lie ;
My wings o'er my bleeding bosom
I fold, and long to die.
Wherefoi'e blame me so for blindly
Nin-sing that which must decay Ì
Wherefore bid me so unkindly
Thus to cast my flower away Ì
All the beauteous things I cherish,
All the poetry of earth,
Would with my sweet flow'ret perish
All the joy and all the worth.