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Spare them,--for there is not a hero now To behold the blue flame of the beautiful lamps! Ah, Cona of the precious lights, Thy lamps burn dimly now: Thou art like a blasted oak: Thy dwellings and thy people are gone East or west; on the face of thy mountain, There shall be no more found of them but the trace! In Selma, Tara, or Temora There is not a song, a shell, or a harp; They have all become green mounds; Their stones have fallen into their own meadows; The stranger from the deep or the desert Will never behold them rise above the clouds. And O Selma! home of my delight, Is this heap my ruin, Where grows the thistle, the heather, and the wild grass? The following lines of St. Columba are taken from the 'Lyra Celtica,' cited above:-- COLUMCILLE FECIT (ST. COLUMBA MADE IT) Delightful would it be to me to be in Uchd Ailiun On the pinnacle of a rock, That I might often see The face of the ocean; That I might see its heaving waves Over the wide ocean, When they chant music to their Father Upon the world's course; That I might see its level sparkling strand, It would be no cause of sorrow; That I might hear the song of the wonderful birds, Source of happiness; That I might hear the thunder of the crowding waves Upon the rocks; That I might hear the roar by the side of the church Of the surrounding sea; That I might see its noble flocks Over the watery ocean; That I might see the sea monsters, The greatest of all wonders; That I might see its ebb and flood In their career; That my mystical name might be, I say, Cul ri Erin [Back turned to Ireland]; That contrition might come upon my heart Upon looking at her; That I might bewail my evils all, Though it were difficult to compute them; That I might bless the Lord Who conserves all, Heaven with its countless bright orders, Land, strand, and flood; That I might search the books all, That would be good for my soul; At times kneeling to beloved Heaven; At times psalm-singing; At times contemplating the King of Heaven, Holy the chief; At times at work without compulsion, This would be delightful; At times plucking duilisc from the rocks; At times at fishing; At times giving food to the poor; At times in a carcair [solitary c
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