THE IRISH AIRS.
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The airs of Erin! Flowers of poetry
Oh, they are sad, yet touched with lnrthful


glee,--
lhe dances of the heart, "a ffection', flow,
louchngiy beautiful-now deep, now slow
Then light and merry as the winged feet
or those whose pulses to wild music beat
Wandering sp'rit-tones by stray winds borne,
TO soothe the pangs of feeling wrecked and


tsrn,-
Or, trumpet-tongued, to cleave the vauted


sky,
And fill expanse with laundering melody.


MAFFITT's IRELAND.