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To the Harper O'Connellan (Author: Samuel Ferguson)

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After the Irish

1. Enchanter who reignest
   Supreme o'er the North,
   Who hast wiled the coy spirit
   Of true music forth;
   In vain Europe's minstrels
   To honour aspire.
   When thy swift slender fingers
   Go forth on the wire!

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2. There is no heart's desire
   Can be felt by a king,
   That thy hand cannot match
   From the soul of the string,
   By its conquering, capturing,
   Magical sway.
   For, charmer, thou stealest
   Thy notes from a fay!
3. Enchanter, I say, —
   For thy magical skill
   Can soothe every sorrow,
   And heal every ill:
   Who hear thee they praise thee;
   They weep while they praise;
   For, charmer, from Fairyland
   Fresh are thy lays!