Thomas William Rolleston.
FROM THE IRISH OF ANGUS OGILLAN
IN a quiet waterd land, a land of roses,
Stands Saint Kierans city fair;
And the warriors of Erin in
their famous generations
There beneath the dewy hillside sleep the noblest
Of the clan of Conn,
Each below his stone with name
in branching Ogham
And the sacred knot thereon.
There they laid to rest the seven Kings of Tara,
There the sons of Cairbrà sleep
Battle-banners of the
Gael that in Kierans plain of crosses
Now their final hosting keep.
And in Clonmacnois they laid the men of Teffia,
And right many a lord of Breagh;
Deep the sod above
Clan Creidà and Clan Conaill,
Kind in hall and fierce in fray.
Many and many a son of Conn the Hundred-Fighter
In the red earth lies at rest;
Many a blue eye of Clan
Colman the turf covers,
Many a swan-white breast.