CANADIAN BALLADS,

AND

OCCASIONAL VERSES.

By Thomas D’Arcy McGee


 

A CONTRAST.



I.
 


Bebinn is straight as a poplar,
    Queenly and comely to see!
But her hand seems so fit for a scepter,
    She never could give it to me;
Aine is lithe as a willow,

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    And her eye, whether tearful or gay,
So true to her thought, that in Aine,
    I find a new charm every day.


II.
 


Bebinn calmly and silently sails
    Down life’s stream like a snow-breasted swan—

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She’s so lonesomely grand that she seems
    To shrink from the presence of man.
Aine basks in the glad silver sun,
    Like a young dove let loose in the air—
Sings, dances, and laughs; but for me

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    Her joy does not make her less fair. [Page 116]


III.
 


Oh! give me the nature that shows
    Its emotions of mirth or of pain,
As the water that glides, and the corn that grows,
    Show shadow and sunlight again.
Oh! give me the brow that can bend,

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    Oh! give me the eyes that can weep,
And give me a heart like Lough Neagh.
    As full of emotions and deep. [Page 117]