Ireland (Lanier)

Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland, Charmer of the sun and sea, Bright beguiler of old anguish, How could Famine frown on thee?

As our Gulf-Stream, drawn to thee-ward, Turns him from his northward flow, And our wintry western headlands Send thee summer from their snow,

Thus the main and cordial current Of our love sets over sea, — Tender, comely, valiant Ireland, Songful, soulful, sorrowful Ireland, — Streaming warm to comfort thee.