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BRAY HEAD, WICKLOW.
The air was as mild as a morning in May,
The sky was so bright, and the midges so gay,
All nature appeared to rejoice;
The sea, and the waves, as they rolled on the land,
And sparkled, and dashed the white spray on the strand,
Seemed to echo the general voice!
The sky was so bright, and the midges so gay,
All nature appeared to rejoice;
The sea, and the waves, as they rolled on the land,
And sparkled, and dashed the white spray on the strand,
Seemed to echo the general voice!
But, though all above us was brilliant and fair,
Though the sky was so clear, and so balmy the air,
Yet some traces of winter we found;
For when Bray's rugged headland we sought to ascend,
On our most cautious footsteps we scarce could depend,
From the damp, slippery state of the ground.
Though the sky was so clear, and so balmy the air,
Yet some traces of winter we found;
For when Bray's rugged headland we sought to ascend,
On our most cautious footsteps we scarce could depend,
From the damp, slippery state of the ground.
But, mutually lending each other our aid,
We the summit attained, and were fully repaid
By the prospect which greeted our sight;
We the summit attained, and were fully repaid
By the prospect which greeted our sight;
