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The puff o' smoke from one ould roof before an English town!

For a shaugh wid Andy Feelan here I'd give a silver crown,

For a curl o' hair like Mollie's ye 'll ask the like in vain, Sweet Corrymeela, an' the same soft rain.

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ATHERS o' Moyle an' the white gulls flyin',
Since I was near ye what have I seen?

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Deep great seas, an' a sthrong wind sighin'
Night an' day where the waves are green.
Struth na Moile, the wind goes sighin'

Over a waste o' wathers green.

Slemish an' Trostan, dark wi' heather,
High are the Rockies, airy-blue;

Sure ye have snows in the winter weather,
Here they're lyin' the long year through.
Snows are fair in the summer weather,
Och, an' the shadows between are blue!

Lone Glen Dun an' the wild glen flowers,
Little ye know if the prairie is sweet.
Roses for miles, an' redder than ours
Spring here undher the horses' feet,
Ay, an' the black-eyed gold sunflowers,—
Not as the glen flowers small an' sweet.

Wathers o' Moyle, I hear ye callin'
Clearer for half o' the world between,

Antrim hills an' the wet rain fallin'

Whiles ye are nearer than snow-tops keen:
Dreams o' the night an' a night wind callin'-
What is the half o' the world between?

Moira O'Neill.

The Lake
Lake Isle of Innisfree

WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;

Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always, night and day, I hear lake-water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

W. B. Yeats.

VIII. Compatriots

"There is delight in singing, tho' none hear
Beside the singer; and there is delight
In praising, tho' the praiser sit alone
And see the prais'd far off him, far above."

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