SONGS OF INNISFAIL.

WHERE the Austral river rushes Through feathery heath and bushes, Through its gurgles and its gushes You may hear, To your wonder and surprise, Sweet melodies arise You have heard ’neath other skies Low and clear. Yes! within the gold land, Strange to you and cold land, Voices from the old land Swell upon the gale— Lyrics of the story, Lit with flames of glory, Dimmed with pages gory, Songs of Innisfail! Where Mississippi leaping O’er cliffs and crags, or creeping Through valleys fair, is sweeping To the sea, From the fields of nodding grain On some mountain path or plain Rings a stirring old refrain Fresh and free. Yes! where’er we wander Irish hearts will ponder O’er our land, and fonder Throb with ev’ry tale Of the home that bore us, Till the new skies o’er us Echo with our chorus Songs of Innisfail. Exiles o’er the spray-foam, Whereso’er we may roam, Thoughts of far-away home Linger still, And in dreams we see again Babbling stream and silent glen, Forest green and lonely fen, Vale and hill. Yes! our hearts’ devotion Flies across the ocean, While with deep emotion Sternest features pale, As around us stealing, Softened by sad feeling, Through the air are pealing Songs of Innisfail!