Killiney Bay.
The sunset lights are streamingAlong Killiney Bay,And o’er its gentle ripplesLike gems of splendour play.Upon the distant mountainsSoft hues of purple rest;And deeper shades of eveningThe sombre vales invest.O’er all the varied landscapeThe richest beauty glows;And light and shade are minglingIn calmness and repose.Whilst thus sublimely rovingThe mountain’s lofty brow,We hear the calm sea murmurAmid the rocks below.Around the thyme and heather,Bloom fragrant, fresh and fair,And health and joy seem floatingUpon the breezy air.The insect’s happy murmur,The wild bird’s rapid flight,The distant vessel gliding,All give the heart delight!From scenes so rife with beauty,Sweet thoughts of gladness riseAll calm and pure and peaceful,Like dreams of paradise.But that which adds a sweetness,These circling joys above,Is this our happy meetingOf kindred—friendship—love!This hour must gain a recordOn memory’s brightest page,And live in hues most lovelyTo life’s remotest age.That scene hath swiftly faded,That time hath passed away,But oft is re-illuminedBy fancy’s kindling ray.Whilst now in peace enjoyingAn English hearth and home,The mountain scenes of ErinIn glorious vision come;And thoughts and fancies flutterTo prove this truth most sweet,That friends by distance partedCan yet in spirit meet!
The sunset lights are streamingAlong Killiney Bay,And o’er its gentle ripplesLike gems of splendour play.Upon the distant mountainsSoft hues of purple rest;And deeper shades of eveningThe sombre vales invest.O’er all the varied landscapeThe richest beauty glows;And light and shade are minglingIn calmness and repose.Whilst thus sublimely rovingThe mountain’s lofty brow,We hear the calm sea murmurAmid the rocks below.Around the thyme and heather,Bloom fragrant, fresh and fair,And health and joy seem floatingUpon the breezy air.The insect’s happy murmur,The wild bird’s rapid flight,The distant vessel gliding,All give the heart delight!From scenes so rife with beauty,Sweet thoughts of gladness riseAll calm and pure and peaceful,Like dreams of paradise.But that which adds a sweetness,These circling joys above,Is this our happy meetingOf kindred—friendship—love!This hour must gain a recordOn memory’s brightest page,And live in hues most lovelyTo life’s remotest age.That scene hath swiftly faded,That time hath passed away,But oft is re-illuminedBy fancy’s kindling ray.Whilst now in peace enjoyingAn English hearth and home,The mountain scenes of ErinIn glorious vision come;And thoughts and fancies flutterTo prove this truth most sweet,That friends by distance partedCan yet in spirit meet!
The sunset lights are streamingAlong Killiney Bay,And o’er its gentle ripplesLike gems of splendour play.
The sunset lights are streaming
Along Killiney Bay,
And o’er its gentle ripples
Like gems of splendour play.
Upon the distant mountainsSoft hues of purple rest;And deeper shades of eveningThe sombre vales invest.
Upon the distant mountains
Soft hues of purple rest;
And deeper shades of evening
The sombre vales invest.
O’er all the varied landscapeThe richest beauty glows;And light and shade are minglingIn calmness and repose.
O’er all the varied landscape
The richest beauty glows;
And light and shade are mingling
In calmness and repose.
Whilst thus sublimely rovingThe mountain’s lofty brow,We hear the calm sea murmurAmid the rocks below.
Whilst thus sublimely roving
The mountain’s lofty brow,
We hear the calm sea murmur
Amid the rocks below.
Around the thyme and heather,Bloom fragrant, fresh and fair,And health and joy seem floatingUpon the breezy air.
Around the thyme and heather,
Bloom fragrant, fresh and fair,
And health and joy seem floating
Upon the breezy air.
The insect’s happy murmur,The wild bird’s rapid flight,The distant vessel gliding,All give the heart delight!
The insect’s happy murmur,
The wild bird’s rapid flight,
The distant vessel gliding,
All give the heart delight!
From scenes so rife with beauty,Sweet thoughts of gladness riseAll calm and pure and peaceful,Like dreams of paradise.
From scenes so rife with beauty,
Sweet thoughts of gladness rise
All calm and pure and peaceful,
Like dreams of paradise.
But that which adds a sweetness,These circling joys above,Is this our happy meetingOf kindred—friendship—love!
But that which adds a sweetness,
These circling joys above,
Is this our happy meeting
Of kindred—friendship—love!
This hour must gain a recordOn memory’s brightest page,And live in hues most lovelyTo life’s remotest age.
This hour must gain a record
On memory’s brightest page,
And live in hues most lovely
To life’s remotest age.
That scene hath swiftly faded,That time hath passed away,But oft is re-illuminedBy fancy’s kindling ray.
That scene hath swiftly faded,
That time hath passed away,
But oft is re-illumined
By fancy’s kindling ray.
Whilst now in peace enjoyingAn English hearth and home,The mountain scenes of ErinIn glorious vision come;
Whilst now in peace enjoying
An English hearth and home,
The mountain scenes of Erin
In glorious vision come;
And thoughts and fancies flutterTo prove this truth most sweet,That friends by distance partedCan yet in spirit meet!
And thoughts and fancies flutter
To prove this truth most sweet,
That friends by distance parted
Can yet in spirit meet!