And, as long as this harp can be waken'd to love, And that eye its divine inspiration shall be, They may talk as they will of their Edens above,

But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.

In that star of the west, by whose shadowy splendour, At twilight so often we've roam'd through the dew, There are maidens, perhaps, who have bosoms as tender,

And look, in their twilights, as lovely as you.* But tho' they were even more bright than the queen Of that isle they inhabit in heaven's blue sea, As I never those fair young celestials have seen, Why this earth is the planet for you, love, and

me.

As for those chilly orbs on the verge of creation, Where sunshine and smiles must be equally rare, Did they want a supply of cold hearts for that station, Heav'n knows we have plenty on earth we could

spare.

* La Terre pourra être pour Vénus l'étoile du berger et la mère des amours, comme Vénus l'est pour nous. Pluralité des Mondes.

Oh! think what a world we should have of it here,
If the haters of peace, of affection, and glee,
Were to fly up to Saturn's comfortless sphere,

And leave earth to such spirits as you, love, and

me.

OH FOR THE SWORDS OF FORMER TIME!

OH for the swords of former time!

Oh for the men who bore them,

When arm'd for Right, they stood sublime,
And tyrants crouch'd before them:

When free yet, ere courts began

With honours to enslave him,

The best honours worn by Man
Were those which Virtue gave him.
Oh for the swords, &c. &c.

Oh for the Kings who flourish'd then!
Oh for the pomp that crown'd them,
When hearts and hands of freeborn men
Were all the ramparts round them.
When, safe built on bosoms true,

The throne was but the centre,
Round which Love a circle drew,

That Treason durst not enter.

Oh for the Kings who flourish'd then! Oh for the pomp that crown'd them, When hearts and hands of freeborn men

Were all the ramparts round them!

ST. SENANUS AND THE LADY.

ST. SENANUS.

"OH! haste and leave this sacred isle,
"Unholy bark, ere morning smile;

"For on thy deck, though dark it be,
"A female form I see;

"And I have sworn this sainted sod

"Shall ne'er by woman's feet be trod."

* In a metrical life of St. Senanus, which is taken from an old Kilkenny MS., and may be found among the Acta Sanctorum Hiberniæ, we are told of his flight to the island of Scattery, and his resolution not to admit any woman of the party; he refused to receive even a sister saint, St. Cannera, whom an angel had taken to the island for the express purpose of introducing her to him. The following was the ungracious answer of Senanus, according to his poetical biographer:

Cui Prasul, quid fœminis

Commune est cum monachis ?
Nec te nec ullam aliam

Admittemus in insulam.

See the Acta Sanct. Hib., page 610.

According to Dr. Ledwich, St. Senanus was no less a personage than the river Shannon; but O'Connor and other antiquarians deny the metamorphose indignantly.