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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V.  1876–79.
 
Killenarden
The Hill of Killenarden
Charles Graham Halpine (1829–1868)
 
THOUGH time effaces memory,
  And griefs the bosom harden,
I ’ll ne’er forget, where’er I be,
  That day at Killenarden;
For there, while fancy revelled wide,        5
  The summer’s day flew o’er me;
The friends I loved were at my side,
  And Irish fields before me.
 
The road was steep; the pelting showers
  Had cooled the sod beneath us;        10
And there were lots of mountain flowers,
  A garland to enwreathe us.
Far, far below the landscape shone
  With wheat and new-mown meadows,
And as o’erhead the clouds flew on,        15
  Beneath swept on their shadows.
 
O friends, beyond the Atlantic’s foam
  There may be nobler mountains,
And in our new far Western home
  Green fields and brighter fountains;        20
But as for me, let time destroy
  All dreams, but this one pardon,
And barren memory long enjoy
  That day on Killenarden.
 
 
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