New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1844-03-23

Found the truest-,be hottest home in the world:
Where the heart is as warm and true as The sun,
And of social enjoyment the pulse and the planet
Which ihro every change has unchanginsly run
Round the circle OF light since the time II began Il.
,es! that is the lard and those monuments hoary
We cherish as deathess mementos OF glory.
Green Isle Of the Atlantic wave.
Fearless aud strong and yet a slave;
How like the varied Spring have been
Thy fortunes, Oceans crownless queen!
The beams, propitiouSly benign,
That love on other lands TO shine,
Give Summer warmth 10 mead and hill,
Flowers breathing fragrance on the breeze,
And bright, green foliage 10 the trees;
But thou art tears and darkness still:
And If CLEAN Of sunlight dashrs
Out lhro' the cumulous clouds awhile,
With unbeseeming light II flashes
Like an expiring sufferers smile
Born of the inner lite's endeavor
To smile :. farewell as tho from tears
Which were the destiny of years
1t were about TO part Tor ever.
Oh thine has been hapleSs lot,
Isle of my memory's sreenest spot;
For, dark and cherries thou art,
Dragged from thy righttul place ofpride,
Thou ri dearer TO tie eXile's heart
Than If thou vert with Shame allied,
With the Word in armor on thy SIDE
But this devoted love Tor thee
Is not TO my lone heart confined,
For here, cen in this place, see
The arming of heroic mind
TIL electric striking of the shield,
That signal OF the battlefield
Ave- here, within this classic hall,
Do not see a glorious band
One principle the pulse OF alt
The freedom of their fathers land
Young friends of Ireland! vet a little while
And We, when Time, like the retiring Nile,
Shall leave its harveSt-promise on the soil
Ye will inherit an il!uslrous toll,
To be the friends OF Freedom through the world
And hail her standard whereSoe'er unturfd.
Be these YOUR words OF faithful feeling then
" AS we are now our Fathers once were Men.
Men who in Freedoms cause were ever brave,
I" Beneath whatever sky, on field and wave:
Their land was washd by no prnpious flood,
"Their Nile was lreland'S best and bravest blood
But here's a land TO Man and Freedom given,
:" sacred trust to Earth bequeatll'd Of Heaven:
" BE it our pride to guard her lofty fame,
Support her laws and vindcate her name:
g Thus shall we best her principles extend,
And to the fricndess be indeed a friend
For, free ourselves from the tvrannic chain,
No land shall seek our sympathies in vain ~
Young friends Of Ireland thoughts like these will
bind
Love to Columbia-duty to mankind.
And, first of Freedoms mar,yr-band,
She of the harp of rnournul song,
Calls on the children of her land
To plead against the rule Of wrong;
In sympathetic strength to stand
And advocate her just demand.
As winds that pass DER oriental bowers
Bear TO far lands the seeds of odorous flowers
Which, sprineing up in spots of distant earh
Beauty and fragrance give around and DER
And breathe of virtues in that home of birth
Ot which the stranger never knew before;
Even thus have you, my friends, been waited hithe
Bearing within you virtues high and grand
Which, tried thro' many tempest, will not wither
But under more suspicious skies expand,
A living glory TO your Father-land,
Until COlumbia's generous sons will say
''lreland is proud Of these-and well she may"
Thus will each bright revolving year
Bring Ireland's hour of triumph near,
Thus will this annual time returning
Behold our bOsom-altars burning
With Freedoms c0nsecrated light
AS pure, as honor'd and as bright
As that which hallows them tonight.
Then to the eXie's ear shall come
The blast of trump and beat of drum,
And shouts from mOunan-top to shore,
Proclaiming Ireland free once more
The harp of 'rara's halls re-strung,
Again the songs of glory sung,
ana ralS q beside Inc Lliley 5 wave,
By the fond Land he died to save,
The epitapt DER Emmett's grave.
O. Comet! blest and mighty name,
Whose giant mind extends,
To all its phanthropc uim,
Embracing all as friends
What cares he for the SaxOn's art?
1t cannot chain his glorious heart:
Its pulses are on every wind
That sweeps around his land,
And those no prlSOn-bOnd's can bind,
No tyrunt can command.
And DerrynaneF his shout shall wake,
And Mungerfons ejoicing hight
Will pass it TO kilarney's lake,
Whose echoes with delight
Shall wake 10 long forgotten smiles
The Spirits OF her haunted isles.
Young Friends of Ireland now farewell
And may the memory of this day,
Like life itself within you dwell,
And only with II pass away
And when YOU hear OF lreland's name,
Still let your hearts with rapture swell
That YOU are children of her fame!
Young Friends Of Ireland, fare we well!
The Ies.deu ice Mr.. O'Connel.
a. The memory Of Washington and the Patriots Of III
Rt r0iu0n heir yllo aud wisdom formed goVerbmen
winch has been happy home TO tn. exes o every Cline
S. The President Of The United States.
g. Daniei OCunnel
He needs eulogies wreathed around his name
His acts, alone. immOrtaiiz- his fame
Father Mathew-leands apostle Of the 18th century
His success improving the social CONDITION OF his countr
will stald an enduring monument OF his philanthropy.
8. GrattGn and the men OF 81
On, for the swords OF former times
Oh, for the who bore them.
9. The Patriots e( '98
TO- The Repeal 9f The Union-A nations demand for JUS
tCe cannot long BE- fused.
H. TIE Hreruchy Of Ieiand-H ,nor to them for all th
wealth of the richest Of the earth could induce
them to sanction the union Of church aud ttate
Rev. Mr.. SMITH Roman Catholic Pastor O