OH THE SHAMROCK! I. THROUGH ERIN's Isle, As LOVE and VALOUR wander'd, Whose quiver bright A triple grass * Shoots up, with dew-drops streaming, As softly green As emeralds, seen Thro' purest crystal gleaming! Oh the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! Chosen leaf Of Bard and Chief, Old ERIN's native Shamrock ! * Saint Patrick is said to have made use of that species of the trefoil, to which in Ireland we give the name of Shamrock, in explaining the doctrine of the Trinity to the pagan Irish. I do not know if there be any other reason for our adoption of this plant as a national emblem. HOPE, among the ancients, was sometimes represented as a beautiful child," standing upon tip-toes, and a trefoil or three-coloured grass in her hand." II. Says VALOUR, "See, 66 They spring for me, "Those leafy gems of morning!"— "For me they grow, The triple leaves, And cries" Oh! do not sever "A type, that blends "LOVE, VALOUR, WIT, for ever!" Oh the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! Chosen leaf Of Bard and Chief, Old ERIN's native Shamrock! III. So firmly fond May last the bond, They wove that morn together, And ne'er may fall One drop of gall On WIT's celestial feather! |