DEDICATION. TO THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGAL. Ir is now many years since, in a Letter prefixed to the Third Number of the Irish Melodies, I had the pleasure of inscribing the Poems of that work to your Ladyship, as to one whose character reflected honour on the country to which they relate, and whose friendship had long been the pride and happiness of their Author. With the same feelings of affection and respect, confirmed if not increased by the experience of every succeeding year, I now place those Poems in their present new form under your protection, and am, With perfect sincerity, Your Ladyship's ever attached friend, IRISH MELODIES. GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE. Go where glory waits thee; Oh! then remember me. Oh! then remember me! When, at eve, thou rovest Oh! then remember me. Oh! thus remember me. Oft as summer closes, Once so lov'd by thee, Think of her who wove them, Her who made thee love them, Oh! then remember me. When, around thee dying, Oh! then remember me. Draw one tear from thee; Oh! then remember me. |