Through the perils of chance, and the scowl of dis-' dain,

May thy front be unaltered, thy courage elate!

Yea! even the name I have worshipped in vain

Shall awake not the sigh of remembrance again;

To bear is to conquer our fate.

O'CONNOR'S CHILD,

OR THE

FLOWER OF LOVE LIES BLEEDING.

O'CONNOR'S CHILD,

OR THE

FLOWER OF LOVE LIES BLEEDING.

I.

OH once the harp of Innisfail

Was strung full high to notes of gladness;

But yet it often told a tale

Of more prevailing sadness.

• Ireland.