Note 17 — Chapter I · PATRIOTIC TENDERNESS
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It is needless to quote Moore, but the reader may thank me for stealing for his benefit a short lyric by an Irish poet, Mr. Robert Joyce, which is full of the tender sentiment of patriotism, associating love and death in the most touching manner with the often-repeated name of one Irish valley—Glenara.
An Irish Poet.
I O, fair shines the sun on Glenara, And calm rest his beams on Glenara; But O! there’s a light Far dearer, more bright, Illumines my soul in Glenara— The light of thine eyes in Glenara. II And sweet sings the stream of Glenara, Glancing down through the woods like an arrow; But a sound far more sweet Glads my heart when we meet In the green summer woods of Glenara,— Thy voice by the wave of Glenara. III And O! ever thus in Glenara, Till we sleep in our graves by Glenara, May thy voice sound as free And as kindly to me, And thine eyes beam as fond in Glenara, In the green summer woods of Glenara!