LINES SUGGESTED BV AN IRISH MOTHER CASTING BUNCH OF AFTER A SON GOING TO SEA. (From the Dublin University ..
... Take with thee these flow'rs, in wild sorrow she cried, AeusUla machree, my fond hope and pride For, although I may never belioid thee more, This heart thy loved name shall for ever adore. When thou art exposed to the pitiless blast, thoughts fly back to the days that are past, AVhen I sat the cradle with mournful joy, I gazed on fatherless orphan boy. And when I am mourning in sorrow's ...