Revival

Revival

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MISTY hills shine bright again, the landscape plainly shown,

Autumn’s breath endows the earth, her sweetness richly flows;

We scan with pride, the country side, where nature reigns supreme

In blissful cloak tend remote gracious and serene.

Love to roam, when soft winds moan, Palmyra’s lofty side,

The staple Moy smiling by, its silvery waters glide,

Proudly the same, while ages want, my early childhood’s gaze,

Old playmates long vanished since these social days.

Caltra’s rills, and old flax mills with boyish grit and stride,

Prone to bathe those glorious days, and fish the flowing tide,

Bunree’s streams my fancy dreams—free from temporal care;

The scenic banks saw simple pranks that passing years left drear.

Can’s depart sweet Orme’s grove and Rehins charming side,

The flowers glebe wont to grieve, oft played seek and hide;

Lone Boley Hill, fond thoughts fill where golden furze abound,

And Ardnaree, dear to me, Erin’s sons renowned.

                                 William Rush

            The Brook, Ardnaree.