'Tis caught unto our craving lips,
Kissed and straightway we are whole.





THE ENCHANTED VALLEY

(To an Irish Air of the same name)


I will go where lilies blow
Beside the flow of languid streams,
Within that vale of opal glow,
Where bright-winged dreams flutter to and fro,
Fain am I its magic peace to know.

Beware! beware of that valley fair!
All dwellers there to phantoms turn,
For joys and griefs they have none to share,
Tho' ever they yearn life's burdens to bear,
Ah! of that valley beware, beware!





REMEMBER THE POOR