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OME on the pleasant hillside have thought they saw thee pass, As flings a cloud before the sun a shadow on the grass. They praised thy fairness and held dear thy meekness and thy grace; They only saw thy shade, Kathleen, they did not see thy face.

Some on the purple mountains stood to see thee speeding by, As glides a sudden golden shaft across the stormy sky; And these were braggarts of their love within thy dwelling-place; They saw thy beauty, Rosin Dubh, they did not see thy face.

But some in flames of battle strove their slender weight to throw Against the bayonet and the gun that hid thy only foe; [85]