Songs and Poems by George Sigerson :: :: University of Virginia Library

As chimes that flow o'er shining seas
When Morn alights on meads of May,
Faint voices fill the western breeze
With whispering songs of Far Away.
O dear the dell of Doonanore,
A home is odorous Ossory;
But sweet as honey, running o'er,
The Golden Shore of Far-Away!

There grows the Tree whose summer breath,
Perfumes with joy the azure air;
And he who feels it fears not Death,
Nor longer heeds the Hounds of Care.
O soft the skies of Seskinore,
And mild is meadowy Mellary;
But sweet as honey, running o'er,
The Golden Shore of Far-Away!

There sings the Voice whose wond'rous tune
Falls, like a diamond-shower above
That, in the radiant dawn of June
Renews a world of Youth and Love.
O fair the founts of Farranfore,
And bright is billowy Ballintræ;
But sweet as honey, running o'er,
The Golden Shore of Far-Away!

Come, Fragrance of the Flowering Tree,
O sing, sweet Bird, thy magic lay,
Till all the world be young with me,
And Love shall lead us Far Away.
O dear the dells of Doonanore,
A home is odorous Ossory;
But sweet as honey, running o'er,
The Golden Shore of Far-Away!