"Then GEORGE THE FOURTH, auspicious name! shall come

To calm the land and change her ruthful doom; "A galaxy of Genius shall arise,

And sing our re-born, honors to the skies:

Thou MOORE, sweet harmonist, shalt tune thy lyre, "And join the Patriot's with the Poet's fire.

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SCOTT, MORGAN, EDGEWORTH; BYRON, Prop of Greece!

Fate in thy Death shall blast her hopes of peace ; "O'KELLY too, of proud Iberan blood,

"Shall from Castalian Fountain pour the flood

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Of Bardic Song; Killarney first his theme; Next, Giant's-Causeway shall exalt his name; "In varied verse his sportive Muse shall play, "And grace each subject in Iernian lay"The ancient glories of our native song,

"In Him shall live; to Him those Bays belong! "Thenceforward Erin shall in peace repose,

"And hurl dread ruin on her daunted foes;

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"Her long-lost Learning to the world restore,

"And all the earth her Sanctify, adore.

: Cork, June 12, 1824.

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P. S.

THE

AONIAN KALEIDOSCOPE.

ON HIS MAJESTY'S SAFE ARRIVAL IN

IRELAND.

Bring me an Harp from Heav'n you sacred Nine,

Celestial muse!-Oh! aid my tuneful voice!

Strike ev'ry string with harmony divine;
Whilst Irish hearts exultingly rejoice.

Methinks I hear the echoing cries of joy,

The sound of trumpets, and the cannon's roar;

The Peals of triumph wafted to the sky,

Proclaim our KING is landed on the shore!
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From hill to hill, loud acclamations reach,
From town to town, shouts of applause resound;
The joys enraptur'd rend Howth's oozy beach,
While rocks and shores reverberate around.

Behold! His MAJESTY is now at hand!

The public care sits comely on his face :
His triple Sceptre-emblem of command,
With mercy temper'd, and endearing grace.

Before our SOVEREIGN, old Hibernia bows,
Obsequious waiting on the sea-lash'd strand,

While kneeling millions offer ardent vows,
The fervent incense of a grateful land.

May peace and pleasure on him long await,

On TRUTH'S eternal BASE long may he stand; Meekness on high shall lift his glorious state, While GOD-LIKE mercy guides his sceptr'd hand!

Happy Eblana! O, thrice happy day!

What springing transports in thy bosom glow! Down-down the precipice of joy convey,

The tides of happiness that round thee flow!

From shore to shore, let stars of nitre rise,

Let bonfires blaze, and now to Heav'n aspire; Let sparkling rockets brighten all the skies,

And build proud tow'ring pyramids of fire.

When wars shall mutilate, and time pervade,

Or when this tribute, to its fate's consign'd; When frail memorials and their honors fade, He'll reign immortal in the people's mind.

ADDRESS

TO HIS MAJESTY, &c.

Hail, mighty KING! for taste and wisdom known,
Listen, great Monarch to what nature sings;
Hail, pride and pillar of Britannia's throne!
Thou best and first of all Europa's Kings,

How great the glories of thy subject Isle!
When justice call'd thee to the sacred VAN,
All claims to hear-all sects to reconcile,

And break the bound'ries between man and man!

To frighten faction from the field of crime,

To bid conflicting passions quickly cease,

The first great King, that in our western clime, Display'd the olive branch of proffer'd peace.