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The Lovely Land (Author: James Clarence Mangan)
- Glorious birth of Mind and Colour!
Gazing on thy radiant face
The most lorn of Adam's race
Might forget all dolour!
- What divinest light is beaming
Over mountain, mead, and grove!
That blue noontide sky above
Seems asleep and dreaming.
- Rich Italia's wild-birds warble
In the foliage of those trees,
I can trace thee, Veronese,
In these rocks of marble!
- Yet no! Mark I not where quiver
The sun's rays on yonder stream?
Only a Poussin's self could dream
Such a sun and river!
- What bold imagining! Stony valley,
And fair bower of eglantine!
Here I see the black ravine,
There the lilied alley!
- This is some rare clime so olden,
Peopled, not by men, but fays;
Some lone land of genii days,
Storyful and golden!
- Oh! for magic power to wander
One bright year through such a land!
Might I even one hour stand
On the blest hills yonder!
- But what spy I? . . . O, by noonlight!
'Tis the same!the pillar-tower
I have oft passed thrice an hour,
Twilight, sunlight, moonlight!
- Shame to me, my own, my sire-land,
Not to know thy soil and skies!
Shame, that through Maclise's eyes
I first see thee, Ireland!
- No! no land doth rank above thee
Or for loveliness or worth!
So shall I, from this day forth,
Ever sing and love thee!