DESMOND

By the "Church of the Name" lies Desmond,
The body of Desmond lies,
And the wind of the east cries "Desmond,"
And "Desmond" the west wind cries.

And the wind of the south calls "Desmond,"
And "Desmond" the north wind calls,
As it sweeps round the keep Ardnagreagh,
The keep of the crumbling walls.

And the dawn wind grieves for Desmond,
And "Desmond" the night wind sighs;
And where is the head of Desmond,
He of the dusk-deep eyes?

They buried the body of Desmond
Hard by the "Church of the Name,"
But they hung the head of Desmond
High o'er the Gate of Shame.

Yet he was a brave man, Desmond,
A man of a hundred score,
So all the winds of the upper air,
They mourn for him evermore.

THE LITTLE CREEK COONANA

Oh, the little creek Coonana,
How clear it runs and cold
Where "Conn of the hundred battles"
Fought in the days of old!

Only the long wind dirges,
Only the long wind cries,
Where the giant Knocknatubber
Mounts to the vast gray skies.

Only the wind and the surges
Moan and moan and moan,
But the little creek Coonana,
It sings in a merry tone.

Only the wind and the surges
Have aught to do with fears;
Only the wind and the surges
Tell the tale of tears.

But the little creek Coonana,
It lilteth cheerily
Where the giant Knocknatubber
Glooms on the glooming sea.

O'DONNELL ABOO

Out of Ulster came O'Donnell,
Black O'Donnell and his crew,--
Kelly, More, Mac Carthy, Connell,
Joined the cry--"O'Donnell Aboo!"

Woe once more, red woe for Kerry,
Blood-drops were as mountain dew
When that cry so mad, yet merry,
Rang and rang--"O'Donnell Aboo!"

Gone those sanguine days of slaughter,
Sword and matchlock, pike and brand;
Peace now o'er the ways of water,
Peace o'er all the length of land.

Yet sometimes when night is sealing
Cairn and ruined shrine from view,
Down the Kerry glens goes pealing
That wild cry--"O'Donnell Aboo!"

NIGHTFALL IN SLIGO

I

I heard the bells of Sligo say
The tranquil requiem of day.

I saw the fires of sunset burn
Dim in the great west's golden urn.

O'er Calvary's sharp spire afar
Clear flowered one hyacinthine star.

Then mother Night her children hid
Under her purple coverlid.

II

Well can I recall that eve at Sl