EBB¹ on with me across the sunset tide And float beyond the waters of the world, The light of evening slipping from my side, Thy softened² voice in waves of silence furled.

    Flow on into the flaming morning wine, Drowning the land in color. Then on high Rise in thy candid³ innocence⁴ and shine Like to a poplar straight against the sky.

    EDWARD J. O'BRIEN IN MEMORIAM： FRANCIS LEDWIDGE （Killed in action, July , ）

    SOLDIER and singer of Erin, What may I fashion for thee？ What garland of words or of flowers？ Singer of sunlight and showers, The wind on the lea；

    Of clouds, and the houses of Erin, Wee cabins, white on the plain, And bright with the colours of even, Beauty of earth and of heaven falls Outspread beyond Slane！ night through let my mind be still,

    Slane, where the Easter of Patrick Flamed on the night of the Gael, Guard both the honor and story Of him who has died for the glory That crowns Innisfail.

    Soldier of right and of freedom, I offer thee song and hot tears. With Brian, and Red Hugh O'Donnell, The chiefs of Tyrone and Tryconnell, Live on through the years！