THE CLARE JOURNAL, MONDAY, APRIL 14, 1856. WHEN I WAS IN MY PRIME
... The morning mist and evening base. Unlike the cold,grey rime, Seem'd arv- n waves of golden air When 1 was in pi ime. And blackberries, so mawkish now. Were finely flavour’d then, And hazel nuts such dusters thick I ne'er shall pluck again. Nor strawb'rh ...