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I saw her sit upon her mountain throne, 

 Girdled with many a sunset reddened bar 

 That bound her shining garments as a zone j 

 Her voice came sobbing as the sea afar, 

 Her vaporous locks into the zenith blown 

 Had dimmed the brightness of the evening star. 

 A robe of cloudy texture, golden hem, 

 Clad her, and moonlike was her diadem. 



Her head is lowly pillowed on the breast 

 Of this our motherland, and to the skies 

 She lifteth from that everlasting rest 

 The unwavering worship of her stedfast eyes } 

 Wiser than Freedom's daughter of the West, 

 Who all the storms of air and sea defies, 

 Flaming her beacon torch to all men's sight — 

 Our God-given image looks to God for light. 



And light is granted, through the summer day 

 The shadows and the golden sunshafts sweep. 

 The rainbow arches o'er her, storm clouds stay 

 Upon their march and flashing lightnings leap, 

 Showing how 'neath the curtaining cloud of grey 

 She lieth undisturbed as if in sleep, 

 'Till through the falling fringes of the rain 

 The sunburst shineth, and she smiles again. 



The fort lying nearest the centre of our city that I can find 

 any record of is one that formerly stood in the middle of 

 Carlisle Street, where Jane Street intersects, close to Carlisle 

 Circus. No. 50 Carlisle Street stands upon its centre. It was 

 oval in shape, measuring about 140 feet from N.E. to S.W., 

 and no feet transversely. In the " Ulster Journal of Archae- 

 ology" there is a note to the effect that a rath stood close to 

 the Antrim Road, near the new burying-ground, and adjacent 

 to St. Malachi's College. In 1834 ** was intact, and in 1857 it 

 had been effaced by a brickfield. I believe it is the same as the 

 one in Carlisle Street. The same fate immediately awaits two 

 other raths at the corner of the Ballygomartin and Shankill 

 Roads, which I will hereafter describe, for when I visited them 

 last summer with R. Lloyd Praeger, the owner was making 



