I Am Dreaming, Ever Dreaming

I flm droaniing, i irr dioaniing, . Qf.án isle divinely faje, Whore the golden sünlignt's gleaming, On thecountless beaüties there, And gilding willi a radiant smile The blooming valleys o'er - I am dféaniíug foodly dreáiniDg, üi' my daiiing nativo shore. I'ib dreaming of her ínounlains grand, Her vales and bowers green, Whero gl&ssy lakes and vivulets Are mingíing wwh tlie scene : Wliere nature tiings lier vernal wings TliR bilis and va'le.vs o'er - I am dreíiming, always dioaniing, 01' my darling native sliore. I'm dreaming of the holy welja, The vnounds and towers gray, And fairy dells wBére rnmed shrines Are niouldcrinir in deeay - Tiloso lelies oi t lie glorious past, That time cannot restore, Come flitting throngli my vjsions Ol'niy darling native sliore. I'm dreaming of tlie sylvan streams That imirnnir through tlie trees, Where flowers raise tlieir crimson plumee, T" kiss tlie nioriiiii" brecze; Oi' classic halls, and casi le wallSj Dear Erin's prlde of yot - What wonder ld be dic.-iniing Of niy darling native shoie "! I'm dreaming of her lianish'd sons, Wide scattered o'er the niain. Shedding tlieir blood in every cause, Wliile still she wrillii'.s in pafn, Oh ! heavons what a grievous sight, To see them in thcir gore, Sinking to rest far froni tliy breast, My darling native shore.