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An ODE to Eblana,
on entering the Harbour of Dublin, after a long Absence.
Eblana! much lov'd city, hail!
Where first I saw the light of day,
Soon as declining life shall fail,
To thee shall I resign my clay.
Where first I saw the light of day,
Soon as declining life shall fail,
To thee shall I resign my clay.
Muses, who saw me first your care;
Ye trees, that fostering shelter spred;
The fate of man, you'll see me share;
Soon number'd with forgotten dead.
Ye trees, that fostering shelter spred;
The fate of man, you'll see me share;
Soon number'd with forgotten dead.
Unless my lines protract my fame,
And those who chance to read them, cry
I knew him! Derrick was his name,
In yonder tomb his ashes lie.
And those who chance to read them, cry
I knew him! Derrick was his name,
In yonder tomb his ashes lie.
| A Collection of Original Poems | |