And now, farewell! The fairy dream is o’er:
The tales my infancy had loved to hear,
Like blissful visions, fade and disappear.
Such tales Momonia’s peasant tells no more!
Vanish’d are mermaids from her sea-beat shore;
Check’d is the headless horseman’s strange career;
Fir darrig’s voice no longer mocks the ear
Nor rocks bear wonderous imprints as of yore!
Such is ‘the march of mind.’ But did the fays
Creatures of whim — the gossamers of will)
In Ireland work such sorrow and such ill
As stormier spirits of our modern days?
Oh land beloved! No angry voice I raise;
My constant prayer — ‘may peace be with thee still’!