3o8 LIFE IN IRELAND 



Hail, Star of the Morning, 



Whose radiant lustre 

 Has thrown a new light on our Isle ; 



Be thou still our hope, 



Our stay and our trust here, 

 And though distant, benignantly smile. 



We saw thee ascend 



From the dark rolling main, 

 To shine in an Irish sky ; 



Our tears of regret 



We could not restrain, 

 That so soon thou wert lost to the eye. 



Thou hast gone to shed peace 



On a happier shore, 

 And peace be wherever thou goes ; 



And if we behold 



Thy loved presence no more. 

 We'll remember thou heal'd all our woes. 



May glory attend thee, 



Great King of the Isles, 

 To support thee shall be our endeavour ; 



Secure in thy favour, 



Affection, and smiles, 

 Here 's the King, and God bless him for ever. 



A bumper, roared all hands, to the ' King, and God 

 bless him for ever ' ; four times four : nine times nine, 

 by the holy poker, said Grammachree, stamping his 

 wooden leg upon the floor with a strength and 

 vehemence that snapt it in tw^ain : this only added to 

 the mirth, when Gram took the splinter in his hand, 

 and beat time on the table, as nine times nine made 

 the welkin roar. 



