CANADIAN BALLADS,

AND

OCCASIONAL VERSES.

By Thomas D’Arcy McGee


 

“CAROLAN THE BLIND.”



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To the cross of Glenfad the Blind Bard came,
And at the four roads he drew his rein,
And stopped his steed, and raised his hand,
To learn from the currents the lie of the land;
And spoke he aloud, unconscious that near

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His words were caught up by a listening ear.


II.
 


“The sun’s in the south, the noon must be past,
And cold on my right comes the north-east blast;
What, ho! old friend, we’ll face to the west,
For Connaught’s the quarter the Bard loves best;

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Tis the heart of the land, and the stronghold of song,
So, now, for our Connaught friends, march we on!


III.
 


“In Connaught!” he hummed, as on he rode,
“The heart and the house and the cup o’erflowed;
In Connaught alone does music find

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The answering feet and the echoing mind;
’Tis the soul of the soil and the fortress of song,
So, now, for our Connaught friends, march we             on!” [Page 115]