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THE BLACKBIRD OF DARICARN, by                    
First Line: "sweet thy song, in dari grove"
Last Line: "than tinkle of the bells, they thought / the blackbird's song more sweet!"
Subject(s): Blackbirds


SWEET thy song, in Dari grove,
No sweeter song from east to west;
No music like thy voice of love --
And thou beneath thy nest!

A strain the softest ever heard,
No more shall come its like to men.
O Patrick! list the wondrous bird --
Thou'lt chant thy hymn again.

If thou, as I, but knew the tale
It sings to all the ancient isle,
Thy tears would rise, and thou wouldst fail
To mind thy God awhile.

In Norroway beyond the wave,
Its forest glades and streams among,
That bird was found by Fionn the brave,
And still we hear its song.

'Tis Daricarn yon western wood --
The Fianna huntsmen loved it best,
And there, on stately oak and good,
Lost Fionn placed its nest.

The tuneful tumult of that bird,
The belling deer on ferny steep --
This welcome in the dawn he heard,
These soothed at eve his sleep.

Dear to him the wind-loved heath,
The whirr of wings, the rustling brake,
Dear the murmuring glens beneath,
And sob of Droma's lake.

The cry of hounds at early morn,
The pattering o'er the pebbly creek,
The cuckoo's call, the sounding horn,
The swooping eagle's shriek.

The mountain, not the cell, they sought
Great Fionn and the Fianna fleet;
Than tinkle of the bells, they thought
The blackbird's song more sweet!





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