THE RED HAND OF DUNLUCE
... The cloudless sun is bright upon Dunluce's castled steep, And countless boats float gaily on The breast of the glancing deep The plaided chiefs of Alba's clime, And Erin's bright array, Have peopled all the cliffs sublime That line the giant bay. How grand the scene those rocks displayed, The thousands on them seem -In arms and saffron robes* arrayed,- Like children of the golden beam, In ...