His Faithful Dog Salutes The Smiling Guest.

On The Green Banks Of Shannon, When Sheelah Was Nigh, No Blithe Irish Lad Was So Happy As I, No Harp Like My Own Could So Cheerily Play, And Wherever I Went Was My Poor Dog Tray.

Tis Distance Lends Enchantment To The View, And Robes The Mountain In Its Azure Hue.

Our Purpose Is To Grow Up And Become Love

His Faithful Dog Salutes The Smiling Guest.

For There No Yew Nor Cypress Spread Their Glom But Roses Blossom'd Each Rustic Tomb.