;
O'er one crumbling archway see
Clearly graven--_Domine!_

Master then and master still,
How we lean upon His will
Who forevermore will be
Unto all men--_Domine!_

AT DINGLE

At Dingle, upon sand and shingle,
Softly the ripples curve and creep;
Without the white-caps meet and mingle,
Without the breakers range and leap.

Here there is calm, here there is quiet,
And the sweet sense of long delay;
There time and tide by winds that riot
Seem from their moorings swept away.

Which will you choose from life, my masters,--
Where waves are lulled to dream at ease,
Or, in the face of grim disasters,
To sail with daring down the seas?

BACK TO KILLARNEY

Oh, it 's back to Killarney, the glow and the gleam of it,
Back to Killarney for me;
Back to Killarney, the vision and dream of it,
Back to Killarney, my own countrie!

Back to Killarney at sun or at shower-time,
Back to Killarney for me;
Back to Killarney at frost or at flower-time,
Back to Killarney, my own countrie!

Back to Killarney whose soil seems a part of me,
Back to Killarney for me;
Back to Killarney to soothe the sad heart of me,
Back to Killarney, my own countrie!

GLENCAR WATER

I stood by Glencar Water
When spring filled all the air,
And, oh, by Glencar Water
It 's a lovely place to fare!

The song of Glencar Water
It has such silvery frets;
And there, by Glencar Water,
Are banks of violets.

But harsh seems Glencar Water
To Norah's soft replies,
And the flowers by Glencar Water
Are naught to Norah's eyes!

FROM DERRY TO KERRY

'Twixt Derry and Kerry there 's many a mile;
They 've right men in Derry, no doubt;
But give me the Kerry man's blarneying smile,
And give me the Kerry girl's conjuring wile,
And lips, like a peach, in a pout!

And give me the sails tacking in to Tralee,
And the dip of the bluff Dingle bows,
And under Beenaman the surge of the sea,
The heathery slopes that are haunts for the bee
Where Carraghmore raises its brows!

From Derry to Kerry the leagues they are long
For a foot-weary rover to wend,
But I take the far track with a snatch of a song,
And a ready forgetting of aught that is wrong,
If Kerry 's the goal at the end!

A KING IN KERRY

I dreamed a dream, mavourneen, I dreamed a dream yestreen,