 | A collection of poems on various subjects |  |
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WATERFORD.
From yonder rock,Fantastic dress'd with yellow-blossom'd furze,
Beside her wealthy stream enthron'd, fair looks
The Suir's Queen! I love to see her tide
Bring the rich burthen to its mistress' feet,
Swelling, the while, as in its servitude
'Twere proud. Fair are her daughters—Tell me where
In Erin's land our daughters are not found
The boast of Beauty?—And her Sons I ween
Are like the Sons of Erin. Suir's Queen!
2
A noteless stranger, yet thy minstrel; for
I love my Erin:—There is not a spot
In her green isle, I do not love for her.
| A collection of poems on various subjects | |