By Killarney's lakes and fells, Em'rald
isles and winding bays; Mountain paths and woodland dells, Mem'ry ever fondly strays. Bounteous nature loves all
lands Beauty wonders ev'rywhere; Footprints leaves on many strand, But her home is surely there! Angels fold their
wings and rest, In that Eden of the West Beauty's home Killarney, Ever fair Killarney.
No place else can charm
the eye, With such bright and varied tints, Ev'ry rock that you pass by, Verdure broiders or besprints. Virgin
there the green grass grows, Ev'ry morn Spring's natal day; Brighthued berries daff the snows, Smiling winter's frown
away. Angels often pausing there, Doubt if Eden were more fair, Beauty's home Killarney, Ever fair Killarney.
Music
there for Echo dwells, Makes each sound a Harmony, Many-voiced the chorus swells Till it faints in ecstasy. With
the charmful tints below Seems the Heaven above to vie, All rich colours that we know, Tinge the cloud-wreaths in
that sky. Wings of Angels so might shine, Glancing back soft light divine, Beauty's home Killarney, Ever fair
Killarney.
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