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That 'mid our hills, as wild and free

As one at home she seems,
And lets her voice accompany

The music of our streams;
Her mantle tangled in the brake,
Her shadow on the silent lake.
That when the cloud's rich purple fold

Lifts to the evening beam,
Beneath, on couch of pearl and gold,

Lies beauty in a dream.
For cloudland who ? we bid thee say,
Through Ireland lies the nearest way.
And to our Royal Lady say,

That this, her green domain,
Is yearning for a sunny day-

So will she come again ? Then shall thy wires, with welcomes quiver, Our “ hundred thousand” few to give her.

But shalt thou tell how ruin treads

On yonder hearthstone cold ?-
Of hungry mouths, and houseless heads ?

Alas, the tale is old !
And should'st thou all such tales convey,
'Twould wear thy wires too soon away.
Of Erin's slothful bands, that waste

Rich gifts bestowed in vain ?
How party's bonds are o'er her cast-

How passion sbakes the chain ?
No_ill news flies apace, we trow,
Without such messenger as thou.
But whisper gently, as most fit,

To men of high degree,
That harp of tone most exquisite,

May yet mishandled be ;
Alas ! our part in Britain's song
Hath been the discord far too long.

Some say thy chain was not the first

That fastened us to her ;
But thou hast made the word accurs'd

Sound kindly. We could bear
Another chain betwixt us wove,
Unfrayed and firm—the links of love.

And love's true type thou surely art;

It hath its signs like thee-
The telegraph 'twixt heart and heart,

Life's electricity!
That, like thee, to the depths goes down,
That many waters cannot drown.
Like thee, through dark and tangled places,

Its way it can pursue-
As delicate the touch that traces

Its errand swift and true;
But, unlike thee, behind it cast,
It leaves a brightness where it passed,

Not parted would our islands seem,

Could love's lost links be found :
The channel were a narrow stream

In one fair pleasure-ground,
Where either side for shade might thank
The trees on the opposing bank.
What lessons England's quickened sight

Might learn through such a chain !
And Erin's passion-lightnings write

A harmless message then;
And learn to strike the better part,
Not Britain's head, but Britain's heart.
Twins should they be, and closely joined,

That, like the Siamese,
With arms around each other twined,

Could only feel at ease ;-
Should feel that were that band cut through,
'Twould spill the life-blood of the two.
And England teach her sister weak

Her firm and stately tread,
And grateful Erin's fingers deck,

The grand, exalted head
With gems, the richest ever set
E'en in that glorious coronet.
When shall it be? When each torn half

Of Erin's self shall join-
When love hath set its telegraph

'Twixt Wexford and the Boyne;
When God is felt, and error fled,
And prejudice is lying dead.
Then welcome, messenger of power !

If e'er that bright day break,
Sure we shall need thee every hour

Some friendly word to take.
Become, though lightning be thy dower,

An Iris for our sake
Tell England how we long to prove,
The rainbow tints of peace and love.




I floated at noon, where the sunlight looks leaden,

On waves that encircle the desolate isle,
Where sin seeks, with penance, the conscience to deaden,

And Summer herself feels too guilty to smile.
I heard the monotonous beat of low surges,

That say a “ Confiteor” ceaselessly o'er,
Like thought of the past, that reproachfully urges

The heart of the pilgrim who kneels on the shore.
I thought me, how often, when starlight has glisten'd,

And candles burnt low on the chapel-wall white,
Yon island's pale watchers bave listen'd, and listen'd,

Till daylight looked wan on the wearisome night;

Have listen’d, if haply some word of forgiving

With the wail of the waters might tremblingly mix ;
Have gazed, if some look of the loving and living

Might soften the brow of the cold crucifix,
But lol on the wave which my shallop was crossing,

A star, that shot forth from its beautiful sphere,
A small golden flow'r of the greenwood-shade tossing

On wings of the wind, at the fall of the year!
High up over head flew a wild bee. Blithe hummer,

As lone in the air as my boat on the lake ;0, beautiful guest of the blossoms of summer,

What buds are there here for thy flittings to shake ? Hast come from a home where the bill with the heather

Is rich as the sky with its purplest of light, Where it, and the stars of the furzes together,

Drink honey and wine of the dew of the night?

Hast come from a chamber all ceil'd with vermilion,

The heart of a lily that lives by a stream, Where primroses grow round a grassy pavilion,

And look at themselves in a life-lasting dream ? He is bound for some flower surpassing his lily,

He floats over Derg, though its waters be black,
To labour till evening, the starlit and stilly,

And then to his home to go wearily back.
But what if the bells which the wild bee is seeking

Lie, trampled and torn, in the deep mountain dell ?
Or what if the tints which their tissues are freaking

Be fed from the fount of a poison-dew'd cell ?
0, Faith of my country! that brightly and purely

Wert cradled and fed in the morning of time,
Till spreading thy wild wings, thou soughtest, securely,

The sweet-seeming buds of a sunnier clime;
Wilt thou die in those flow'rs—the fair and deceiving-

Or wander on weary wings joyfully back ?
Go sleep in the bud thou hast suffer'd for leaving,

And never more fly o'er the desolate track !
I know not, dark Derg! but, at even returning,

I saw a wild bee, with its golden-wing'd flame,
A self-moving cresset-light starrily burning-

My heart hail'd the omen, and call'd it the same. I followed it on, to its palaces pendent,

Where hush'd are its hummings the summer night through, Till moons, that hang o'er Meena Feargus resplendent,

Wax ghostly and wan, in the cold morning blue.
O, thus might the faith, that now over this dreary

And dream-haunted lake seeks the poisonous flower,
Come back in the light of its eventime weary,
To rest in the home of its earliest hour!



Tre Dublin University Commission bringing to their allotted task habits ers have at length brought their la- of severe and accurate thought, formed bours to a close. After two years ex,

during a long course of scientific or pended in investigating facts, and professional life. Still they are but receiving suggestions from all those opinions—the opinions, too, of men not whose intimate connexion with the

possessing now any peculiar or excluUniversity rendered their evidence or sive sources of information. They are their opinion valuable, they have given avowedly based upon those very facts the result to the public in a volume, which the Report lays open to the rivalling in bulk either of those which whole world. If they are obnoxious have emanated from the sister univer- to criticism, the materials for criticism sities; and as few institutions have had lie close at hand; for the Commissionmore reason to complain of ignorant ers have done for the public what paor wilful misrepresentation, all lovers rents often refuse to do for an inquisiof our Irish University will hail the ap. tive child : they have made their pearance of this Report as a bright and readers as wise as themselves. important era in her history. Igno. But whatever may be thought of the rance will now be no longer excusable. wisdom of the suggestions contained in Wilful misrepresentation can now be the Report, there can be no doubt as easily refuted. How far the Univer- to the extreme importance of the sity of Dublin has fulfilled or neglect- facts which are there laid open to the ed her important trust, whether public. The Commissioners have science and literature have prospered brought together in their Report, a or decayed within her walls-whether mass of evidence as to the theory and and how far she has exerted herself to practice of education in the Univerrender her education commensurate to sity of Dublin, which leaves nothing the wants of the age; upon all these to be desired. Every branch of the questions, the public may now satisfy varied system provided to meet the vathemselves. Whatever be her merits ried wants of the nineteenth century, or demerits, they are at least no has been subjected to a

severe and secret.

careful scrutiny. Every official conWe need hardly remind our readers nected with its working has been rethat the duty imposed upon the Com- quired to give a full account of the mission, and which the elaborate do. manner in which he has discharged cument before us is intended to fulfil, his trust; and it is but justice to the was two-fold—namely, in the first place, fellows and professors to say that no to give a faithful report of the existing concealment of any kind appears to state of the University of Dublin ; have been practised or attempted. and secondly to suggest such alterations Their replies to the several queries put as might seem to them necessary or to them are made with the full and beneficial. With regard to the rela- open candour of men who feel that tive importance of these two duties, they have nothing to fear from pubthere can be, we suppose, but one licity—that their “ deeds” give them opinion. The recommendations of the

no reason to “ hate the light." But Commissioners are undoubtedly en- on this point we shall allow the Comtitled to great weight, as opinions missioners to speak for themselves :coming from men of known ability, who have devoted much time and

"Our proceedings in carrying your Mathought to the question before them,

jesty's commission into execution, have been

greatly facilitated by the spirit in which our unintluenced by any other motive than

communications have been received by the a desire for the welfare of the institution

different officers of the college; and by the and of the country. They are the

promptness and courtesy with which they opinions of men celebrated in their

have replied to our inquiries. Their anvarious pursuits, raised by their posi- swers, too, contain very full information on tion above all petty jealousy, and each subject of investigation, and the sug

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