Chapter 26

'I sat upon the rustic seat-

The seat an aged bay-tree crowns-

And saw outspreading from our feet

The golden glory of the Downs.

The furze-crowned heights, the glorious glen,

The white-walled chapel glistening near,

The house of God, the homes of men,

The fragrant hay, the ripening ear.'

Denis Florence M'Carthy.

The Old H