yo HAYES : IRISH POETRY. 



old County Mayo and a hundred other villages and shires of 

 romantic and melodious names. 



"Warm are chinine3--corners there, warm the kindly heart." 



(Professor Hayes illustrated his lecture with readings and 

 recitations from typical Irish poets, giving serious and beau- 

 tiful poems as well as several in the quaint brogue. He 

 closed as follows : ) 



It is Lionel Johnson, a poet of fine dignity, who seems to 

 echo the mystery and great pensiveness of the bards of old, — 

 a devout lover of the Dniids, dreaming of the glories of the 

 " far, fair Gaelic days," — it is he who touched the true note 

 when he prophesied that it is the idealism of Ireland, her rev- 

 erence, her beautiful piety, which will lift her in the end 

 above the aggressive and mercenary nations from whom she 

 holds pityingly aloof, — 



"And yet great 'spirits ride thy winds : thy ways 



Are haunted and enchannted evermore. 



Thj- chihlren hear the voice of old days 



In music of the sea upon the shore, 



In falling of the waters from thine hills. 



In whispers of thy trees : 

 A glory from the things eternal fills 

 Their eyes, and at high noon th}' people sees 

 Visions, and wonderful is all the air. 



vSo iipon earth they share 

 Eternity : they learn it at thy knees." 



