Show i T m f I THE ROSE of KILDARE Buglo Song oftho Lady of tho Lake A Faoryland Echo from Glcndnloftgh and tho Vnlo of Avoctv Sontf of the Siren of ho Mooting of the Waters U On the Lakes of Klltarnoy tho bugle was blowing Its sweet elfin challenge BO thin and eO Hoar A fairyland echo with hnrmony Mowing That rang oer the billow lid message HI cheer Through dim jimilo glens over crngs of The the voice of the bugle still hung on the breeze And ripplinglike spray ot the murmuring fountain It swooned Iti tho linns of gilm sentinel trees Who wnknd thIs keen ttnln of such ex nuHltc rupture Who rousod nil the echoes and thrills every breast Rome inUinnt seraph such cadence might cntiuo rxuiN an archangels summons that presaged sweet rest Tho llihermnns kilt swayed and tossed on thn water The rustling leaves babbled and quivered quiv-ered in throng Twas tint nymph of tho grove twas the heimans daughter That poured nucli nn exquisite jubilant HOUR Riche music on water sounds sweeter than slumber It steals Hue nNilgli or n sob of the part It soothes nil tho Briefs and the trouble that cumber It lulls nil the woes and tho sorrows that list 1 The nonpi of the Siren held spellbound the sailor And lured the bold mariner to plunge In the foam To tho caves of the sea with the mermaid for In Her To die like nn outcast nn exile from home rite Insile who Bang us such tender romances ro-mances Wn fair ns the foam of the grey surging surg-ing son As lull an the billow that Arouchcn and dances As blithe nB the Inrk when caroling free The nymph of thin grove was us sweet ns the morning She poured forth her soul In a I jubilant song As chaste ns Ulana she uttered her warning warn-ing In fulrylaiid echoes that ilnnlcd along And who would bo dent to the songs of tho siren The sibyl who Ming us this exquisite strum She sang with tho lire end the fervor otHer IIYlOn Her mei4 age caressed us like tinkling of rain She sang of tho past and Its Frey crumbling crum-bling glories Her clarion chorus still rings In our ears Of thga stnneft chevnller and tho lassie In stories And thn tales nnd the legends of chivalrous chiv-alrous yours The bliglo Is pealing J out chivalric stories Of Blunt nnclent battles grIm dauntless daunt-less forays Of the knights fearsome quest of stout cavnller glories Of tho Ivy 1 clad cnstlo that crumbling decays From the mouth of tho lassie now tender romances Inspired like Cccllln who caroled ol yore On the crest of the mountain the run shine still dances And the grey tumbling breakers still crouch on tho shore JAMBS B KINSELfcA Registry Division Chicago Postofucc |