English poem
To J. P. Quinn
by Lionel Johnson (1867–1902)
Bright seas cast far upon her shore White flowers of flying spray: The blossoms of her fields are more, Than blossomed yesterday: The music of her winds and birds Alone can tell the triumph words, Her children cannot say.
The stars from solemn deeps look down In favour and delight: The glories of her day, they crown With splendours of her night: The queen of the adoring Gael, Their radiant mother, Inisfail, Reigns, by divinest right.