There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.
Thomas Campbell
Wisdom
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.
Thomas Campbell
The Exile of Erin.
Recorded in John Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, ninth edition, 1905 printing.