From The Cabinet of Irish Literature, Volume 2, edited by Charles A. Read
A Song from the Irish
Branch of the sweet and early
rose,
That in the purest beauty grows,
So
passing sweet to smell and sight,
On whom shalt thou bestow delight?
Who, in the dewy evening walk,
Shall pluck thee from the tender stalk?
Whose temples blushing shalt thou twine;
And who inhale thy breath
divine?
See also:-
Two
Ulster Patriots (Dr William Drennan and Mrs Martha McTier)
Other poems by William
Drennan:-
The
Wake of
William Orr
O
Sweeter
Than the Fragrant Flower
The
Wild Geese
My
Father
When Erin
First Rose