LIFE IN IRELAND 293 



Shawn O'Dogherty, Knight, Baronet, and 'arbiter 

 elegantarium ' to all the ton in Dublin. 



I say, said Brian, tapping her very gently on the 

 ARM, do you forget me ? Forget you, my dear Brian ; 

 yes, I wish I could remember to forget all that has 

 passed betwixt you and me — but I can't. 



REMEMBER TO FORGET 



A MORNING PRAYER IN DUBLIN. 



Think'st thou that I can e'er forget 



The scene near Dublin Bay ; 

 When first in happiness we met, 



So pleasant and so gay. 



Dark o'er us WiCKLOW's mountains threw 



Their deep and sombre shade ; 

 Before us, drest in ocean's dew, 



With sunbeam tints array'd, 



The Hills of Howth, and Lambay's Isle, 



Appear'd in emerald green ; 

 And Brian Boru's happiest smile 



Gave lustre to the scene. 



'Twas then I gazed upon thee first, 



And memory lingers yet, 

 With love, although it be aspers'd, 



I wish not to forget. 



I boast not sentiment refin'd, 



To hide my thoughts with skill ; 

 The genuine feelings of my mind 



I tell with true goodwill. 



And thou hast blest my candid words — 



Forget thee — Never — never ; 

 For all the joys this life affords, 



In ihee are center'd ever. 



