Poetry.

Western Star, Issue 49, 17 October 1874, Page 7

Poetry.

AM I REMEMBERED. Am ? rememhcmi in Erin ? I charge you to tell in; 1 rue— Has rav name a sound, a meaning, ' -1. In the scenes my boyhool knew ? Does the heart of the mother ever Recall the exile’s name? For to'he forgot in Erin And earth is all the same. 'y*6\ Mother, Mother Erin! ~ \ Many sons your age hath seen ; Many gifted constant lovers, Since your mantle first was green. Then may 1 hope to cherish, The dream that I eoul I he In vour crowded memorv remember*'!. With that palm-covered company ? Yes, faint and fair, my Mother As the hope shines on mv sight, I cannot choose but snatch it Till my eyes have lost their sight.. For never among vour brightest And never among vour best Was heart more true- to Erin Thau beats within my breast. Thomas D’Alter M'Ct-EE. LOVE’S REASONS. Why do T love my darling so ? Good faith, my heart, I hardly know, T have such store of reasons ; ’T would take me all a sum me- day— Nav, saving: half that I eoul I sav Would fill the circling seasons. Decause hcrcros arc soft.lV brown, My dove, w!jo quietly hath flown To me as to her haven ? Because her hair is soft, an 1 I Mad lona-wise in simple hrai I, And jetty as the raven ? Because her lies are sweet, to touch, Not chill, nor fis»rv overmuch. But softly win ns res<*a. Dear lips that chasten whiV they more-, Lins that a man mav dare to love, Till earthly loro-time closes ? Because her h,an lis soft an 1 white, , Of touch so tender and so light, That where her slen ler finger Doth fall nr move, the man to whom The guar Is of E len whisnero l ‘‘ Come !” Beneath its spell might linger? Because her hea-t is woman-soft, So *rU’’. so ten lor, that I o.Ft Do marvel that a treasure. So rich, so rare, to me shoul 1 fall. Whose sole desert-—so small, so smalt,. Is—loving past all measure? Because she has such store of' mood’s, , 'So-nrehlv smiles, so stai'lly bi'oo 1«, So lovingly caress’s ; . • So that my heart mav never tire Of monotone, or more desire Than she my love possesses ? Ah me! what know or whoi care I ? Or what hath lor* to do with “ why ?” Ifow simple is the reason !" I.love her—-for she is my Tore. An 1 shall while stars shall shine ahorc, And season follow season.