THE TRIPLE-EDEN. Adare! Askeaton! and Kilmallock hail! Cathedral monuments of INNISFAIL; In hoary ruins still you nobly stand: To question what we did, or what we were dri To You in sacred duty we appeal, Our claims to early merit to reveal: With you the eyes of admiration find, Whatever art has happily design'd; Where human efforts with the hand of taste, Have classic marble beautifully grac'd Where all of life, unless the breathing heart, Appears existing from the sculptor'swart Then let the bigot scoff, the slave revile, Our early days, were days of fav'rite fame. Produce the Heroes you have bravely taught, In foreign fields to fight when freedom fought; Where GOD and Man had sanction'd social laws:- To pass their days in charity and faith, When music, virtue, chivalry and art, Altho' in equal pride and pomp you stand, Where two great temples with devoted care, ! From your great ruins spring, employ'd for pray'r, And souls of different faith in hope repair, To breathe their thoughts in holiness and love, And meet a lasting recompense above. THE ENTREATY. TO JUSTIN M'CARTY, Esq. Carrignavar, County Cork. The BARD who experienc'd your bounty before, Lays hold on that claim, to address you once more; To paint in his Couplets without fuss or fustain, Those peerless prime virtues, that centre in JUSTIN; Such virtues benignant as shine in each feature, And "hold up the mirror exactly to Nature.".. Again, my poor Pegasus, stiffly refuses, MIT To trot, or to amble henceforth for the MUSES; Hi bobal and wl bol vom 24 Confest as an object of Fortune's mis-carving, a sad lɔ wide at nola P'u pre 1 J Fam'd CARRIGNAVAR has long kept her from starving Yes, JUSTIN I say! to the MUSE is a friend, e THE VISIT. Lines on CORCOMROE ABBEY, County Clare. 3 Its ruins are splendid, majestic and grand, In the richness of art, and refinement of taste; "Till Nature's last effort she bids them to stand, Tho' its grandeur is mould'ring and beauty defac❜d. ڈو The moss-knitted Ivy has shaded its walls; It never will darken the glow of the mind; That now with a grateful reflection recalls, By whom was its structure and graces design'd. Should these who would slander our green-clothed Isle, And name us Barbarians, but pause on the spot; They would own the designers of such a grand pile, Of Heroes and Sages should ne'er be forgot. |