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Show Bugle. Song of the Lndy of the Lake A Faeryland Echo from I I Glendalough and the Vale of Avoca Song of the Siren C of the Meeting of the Watere. rrftfktirl On the Lakes of Klllarney the bugle was blowing . ... Its sweet, elfin challenge, so thin and so clear. A fairyland echo with harmony flowing. That rang o'er the billows Its message of cheer. Through dim, purple glens, over crags of. the mountains, Tho voice of the bugle still hung on the breeze. And tippling like fanny of the murmuring fnuntnlns It swooned In the nrms of grim, sentinel treesl Who wuked this keen tin 111 of such exquisite ex-quisite rapture? Who roused nit the echoes nnd thrills every breast? Some rndlnnt seraph such cadence might capture, 'Twns an archangel's summons that presaged sweet rest. The fisherman's skin swayed nnd tossed on tho water, The rustling leaves' babbled nnd quivered quiv-ered In throng. 'Twas the nymph of the grove, 'twns tho flshermnn s daughter. That poured such an exquisite. Jubilant song, Web music on water sounds sweeter than slumber. It steals IlKe a sigh or a sob of tho past. It soothes nil the griefs and the troubles that cuml)er It lulls alt tho woes and the sorrows' that list The songs of the Siren held spellbound the sailor. And lured the bold mariner to plunge In the foam. To the caves of the sen with the mermaid for Jailer To die like an outcast, an exile from home. tf m W Mi The lassie who sang us such tender romances ro-mances , Was fair ns the foam of tho grey surging surg-ing sea, As pure lis the billow that crouches nnd dances. .... ... As blithe as the lark when caroling tree. The nymph of tho grove was- as sweet as the morning. Sho poured forth her soul In a Jubilant song, . . As chaste ns Dlnna she uttered her warning. warn-ing. In fairyland echoes that rippled nlong. And who would be deaf to the songs of tho The" sibyl who sang us this exquisite stinm, .... . Sho sang with the lire nnd lh fervor of llyron, , Her message caressed us llko tinkling of rain. . . Sho sang of tho past nnd its grey crumbling crum-bling glories. Her clarion chorus still rings In our Of the stnnch chevalier and tho lassie In stories And the tales nnd tho legends of chivalrous1 chiv-alrous1 yenrs. The buglo Is pealing out chlvnlrle stories, Of stern ancient battles, grim, daunt-loss daunt-loss fornys, . , Of the knight's fearsome quest of rtout cavalier glories, .... ... Of tho Ivy clad castle that crumblmg decays . , From the mouth of the tnssle flow tender romnnees, . . ... Inspired llko Cecilia, who caroled ol On the" crest of the mountain the mm-shine mm-shine still dances, , And tho groy tumbling breakers still cioiich on the shore. . JAMBS K. KINHEt.LA. Registry Division. Chlcngo Pofrtofflce. . . . . WAAi |
