N OF CASTLEMAINE 41
SONG 42
KILMELCHEDOR 43
AT DINGLE 44
BACK TO KILLARNEY 45
GLENCAR WATER 46
FROM DERRY TO KERRY 47
A KING IN KERRY 48
A KERRY LAD 51
A KERRY DAY 52
A KERRY ROAD 53
A KERRY GARDEN 54
DOWN IN KERRY 55
HOLY WELLS 56
LOW TIDE 57
THE "BOHAREEN" 58
AN IRISH IDYL 60
AN IRISH LASS 61
THE BRIDGE OF LUCKEEN 62
DONEGAL 64
AN IRISH SONG 66

SPRAYS OF SHAMROCK

_Just a few songs of her,
Not of the wrongs of her
Many and bitter and long though they be,--
Songs of the hills of her,
Songs of the rills of her,
Ireland, set like a gem in the sea!_

_Just a few songs of her,
Not of the thongs of her,
She that is bound, and yet fain would be free,--
Songs of the gleams of her,
Glamours and dreams of her,
Ireland, girt by the arms of the sea!_

MUCKROSS

At night there came unto MacCarthy More
A hooded vision with a voice that said,
"Go thou straightway and raise a house to God
Upon the spot where stands the Rock of Song!"
So with the golden lifting of the dawn
Upsprang the chieftain and loud called his kerns,
And bade them seek the Rock. For many a day
They roved the sweeping meads and fens and fells
In fruitless search, and ever forth again
Relentlessly he drove them from his hold
Beside the dimpling waters of Lough Leane.
"The Rock!" he cried, "find ye the Rock of Song!"
And still they found it not. Then the gaunt chief,
His long locks hoary with the frost of years,
Girded himself, and turned his tottering steps
Abroad in the soft lengthening of the dusk
Athwart a woodland close, and saw and heard
A little maid, her pitcher held at poise,
Singing an old lament in minors clear
And plaintive as the twilight, words that voiced
The poignant, passionate yearning of the soul.
"A sign!" the spent man whispered low