Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1829-08-28
MoNopY 70 THE MEMORY OF EMMETT

BIT egonar W r. cUsTis, OF ARLINGTON
Inscribed to TuoMAs moore, Esq, the Bard of Iris,
Liberty and the Irish Patriots who have so long and
40 CALAMITY struggled for the deverance of their coun
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lis surely the time when the PArnior did say
That Erin would strike off the chains which embound
her
The dawn of her freedom be brigh,ned to-day,
And she take her rank mong the nations around her.
Then surely IT'S time lament for her brave
Should be borne on the breeze Of the Emerald Isle
A tombube upreared DER her Martyrs lone grave,
And offerings to Virtue be laid on the pile.
lis the time Strike, Ierna,' thine harp to the praise
OF son who will flourish renown'd IN Thy story:
Let bards chaunt his deeds, in thy own native lays,
And Erin exnlt in the song of his glory.
Strike louder each chord-le, soul-s,irring strain
Peal its echoes afsr, DER the sea grid dominion,
Fill the Eagle, who lists on the roar OF the nam,
Shall from his eyrie and spread his bold pnion
when fell sempests lowered, and dark was the night
OF oppression, and Erin dark IN her sorrow.
Twas the day star OF ENnET that burst with ITS hght
Thro' the gloom Of Despair, to give Hope for the
morrow.
II shed Iustre on Erin. but was its ray
Set in des,h-when the victor did spoil and ensave
While CLEAN from its setting hath lighted the way
For Patriots at length to arouse and TO save her.
The pride of Ierna Sleeps well" in his grave,
After brilliant careern hfe's early mornings
The Champion Of Freedom, young, generous, and
brave,
The fame of his kindred and country sdorning.
Though lowly he lies, yet the spot will be blest
by the halowd remembrance that dwelIs IN Its shades
BE distinguished from tar, as the PATRIOTS rest,
BY laurels that bloom there, that never can fade.
And thither the youth and the maid win re pair,
And oft Ger the green sward the pilgrim will roam,
To hail in prisons the spirit that's there,
And garland with flowers the martyrs last home.
And ever to Freemen that spot will he dear,
To the good aud the brave who bright honor have
won,
While the proudest memorial will be the warm tear
That Erin viii shed DER her ayorte son.
Twill his mem'ry cmbaln, and long will his name
Revered and admired to ages descend,
And patriots will cherish his patriot fame,
While freedom hath vot'ry, or Erin friend,
Time will roll on, generations depart
The marble decay, and empires discover,
But naught will erase from the Irishnsn's heart
His Emmett arourneen, Emmett torerer.
Bard of Ierna, let thy Tyre, new strung,
Thrill to the touch Of thy magical finger
Der Erin let high notes of freedom be flung,
Till round cliff and dell the wild melody linger
Thou Patriot Bard laud from hearts
The pure love of country, which forms thy devotion;
Thy gifted genius which brightly impsrts
Its sparkling rays to the gem Of the ocean,
From the pinien of Lbert,'s Bril- sieze plume;
lnscrbe ON n bright page in lreland's story
Thy tale of her EaMEr-cach word will illume
With beams from the Bar,s and the Patriots glory.
With the bold Eagles feather, in letters of gold
In the rich glowing measure that flows from thy
mind,
The Epitaph write, and MS virtues unfold,
WhO Rred for his Country, ana died for Mankind
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