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23 CORMAC AND MARY.

" is not dead—she has no grave—

She lives beneath Lough Corrib’s water;

And in the murmur of each wave

Methinks I catch the songs I taught her."

Thus many an evening on the shore

Sat Cormac raving wild and lowly;

Still idly muttering o'er and o’er,

"She lives, detain’d by spells unholy.

"Death claims her not, too fair for earth,

Her spirit lives—alien of heaven;

Nor will it know a second birth

When sinful mortals are forgiven!

"Cold is the rock—the wind comes chill,

And mists the gloomy water cover;

But oh! her soul is colder still—

To lose her God—to leave her lover!"

The lake was in profound repose,

Yet one white wave came gently curling,

And as it reach’d the shore, arose

Dim figures—banners gay unfurling.

Onward they move an airy crowd;

Through each thin form a moonlight ray shone;

While spear and helm, in pageant proud,

Appear in liquid undulation.