The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1847-04-26

A Wall from tho West,
Il IRELAND IN THE FoRTr-sEvENrH fsAR ~ II
USIo,, JAN. lS49
In the land Of our fathers 10 wailng and death
In the land Of the Saxon II music and mirth
4 he now year IL como, and view Is with fear,
The Saxon will hail 1t, and feast on good cheer
The cold heart Of the Saxon is lishtsoms aad gay,
w lille ours, warm, buoyant arc sunk with dismay.
4 he hslls OF the Saxon are beaming with light,
While falling In Thousands with hunger and cold,
Tho purse Of the Saxon is filling With gold.
w lille the famine of misrule our sepulchrss crowd,
The laughter Of royalty's joyous and loud
AT the pranks Of minon unfeellng and gay
Who makes US the subject Of comic display,
And night after night, as court gossips relate,
4 no farce 10 repeated with merriInsnt great.
GU ask what's our state In this land Of the West
SO long by these Saxons dsrdsd, oppressed
he following lines, pennd with anguiAh sad pals,
Wn our condition at this time explain.
SCENE rnr rIRsr.
The months December drsar and dark,
And there's imprinted many mark
" shoslsss fsot upon the snow,
Late fallen on the path below.
Upon the mount the lcahess trees
Drop flakes with every passing breeze,
And frozen into crystal chill
The waters Of the dropping rill
A little half-clad infant one
Who long with breathess haste had run
With isping weak and plaintivs CRY,
Arrests stranger passing by,
And ghastly was the tale and brief
or that poor wasted child Of grief -
My father 10 as cold a. stone.
And sisters left with him alonA
His lips are white his eyes arc dim,
lie will not speak when we kiss him
He would awake-so sister said,
Ifshe had meat for him and bread.
He brought us food till he grew bad
But not a bit since then wo've had,
Neither Of fire single spark,
All day, all night, 10 cold and dark
Where In your father1ivi where"
He answered near the village there
By pity and the poor child led
To that doomed spot the stranger sped,
Where, over corses shroudless pale,
Walled the sullen northern gale
Where persisted first the brave and strong,
ThcFself-devotcd to prolong
The lives Of vito aud children dear
Left calous to the fate that's near,
Where slept the living mongst the death.
Together both fond bier and bod
Where ser her children lying low,
The mother sunk In fearless woe,
Unable the last rites to crave
For them a coffin and the grave.
The prosperous days have passed away
OF collins for ignobe clay
Thus now our dead and dying faro,
BLESSED long with Saxon rule and care.
SCENE THE SECOND.
An ancient temple stands alone
And burial ground, o'cr which no stone,
eculptursd, carved, with railing high,
Tells where the weary worn lie
Though fresh-turned earth, just cast away
Proves many were but laid In clay;
And to thatspot few now wsnd
Their way, who meath some burthen bond
The burthen Of death and despair
For lights the coffin which they bear,
The shallow grave to place within;
Its boards fran, undrosssd and thin.
An infant child, in deaths sleep sound,
And In shawl wrapped closely round
Is laid down too, with angushed love,
Uncohned, on the lid above.
mothers breast has boon it, bieri
Herself 1t was who bore It here
Who, faint and feeble, watched alone
While the cold earth 0'ori Il throwu
And on its sunny locks the clay
Fell pitiess and heavily.
IL numbered was the golden hair
Or that one victim, spouess fair,
And tho Almighty, from his throne,
Did mark that single scene alone,
What retributon must await
Those who brought them to that statss
Long, too, forewarned Of their lot
And might have saved them, but would net
What fate with horror oan compare
To shat Of death for want Of fare!
And chat, too, in u fertile soil,
10 SOW with care and reap with toll
Then SEQ shipped OF to other lands
The harvest saved BY native hands;
And dig the fsmished rsspsr's grave
As 1t floats heavy DER the wave.
Soon may pass pestilsnce away
% It's progress, power, no hand caA stay.
Oft msrciful, twill quickly kill
And w resigned leave to its viii.
When mans wild ravagss once scass.
May come prosperity and peace;
III
How brave, devotedly they died
And II victorious, DER their grave
The laurel in triumph plant, to wave.
But on starvstion's hideous tomb
Rests unrelieved and dismal gloom.
Where mem'ry, maddsned, may the spot
But haunt, to shudder at their lot.
maiden shuts a cabin door,
And languid treads the path before,
With features cast In fairest mould
SO changed by sorrow, she looks OLD,
Though wanting years yet Of the time
When youth has reached its bloom and prime
With comfort food-exsmpt from woes,
She would have blossomed a. the rosa
And have attained to beauty rare,
In sorrow, wretshsdness, still fair
The tears which of her dark eyes fsIl
Rain on her hands, and bosom chiu.
The earth Is stiff, her feet are panied
And cut--tho path behind Is stained
With quicksned pace-ths moor 10 eros sed
And unto view she soon 10 lost
An old man some time after strAys
With tott ring step, and anxious gaze,
The path his grandchild fair had gone,
For he had miss d the tender one
Who seldom left his fevered bed.
She was not nigh, where had she sped
Who was not wont to tarry long,
With terror the old man grew strong
And in haste wildly he arose,
Put on his coverlet Of clothes,
Then ventursd out for her to seek
Emacistcd, trembling, weak.
Soon he sepys her near her home
Tranquil-resting all alono.
He called-he felt no pulse no breath,
for her repose wns that Of death
The setting sun shone coldly on
The features OF the famished one
On her pale cheek his lurid ray
Cast color faded long away,
And unbound DER her shoulders fair
Dbordered fell her raven hair
And thsrs was fallen by her side
parcel small and careful tied,
pound OF meal, there was moro,
And cake Of bread, this was the store
Found there, the price Of these was high.
Which she had Journsysd far to buy;
Yet food was plentiful beside
Where shs aud many hundreds died.
by allen rulers, for them stored,
Yet they one pound would not afford.
The lives of old or young to save
prom faminss dire and dreaded grave
There freed by death, sleep sound 70 ghsstly dead
BY ssxens bsggarsd and BY saxons fed.
To make tbIs pure nee fricndless psor
How thsn did she the means procurs'
For one whole week Of Industry
Biz pence no more, that was her fee,
Though practised, skill d, she drew ths thread
prom early dawn, till daylight led.
What vac for this long week her hra
What hmished charity did share
That vretohsd fare the old man got;
Tat she was fasting, he knew not.
IN. sbsct his intslIsets awoks
Aat en- his mind light now broke,
Like that which ores The slsepsrs eyes
When reused, disturbed BY midnight cries
And he can und to escape no vAy
Prom bissing flames which round HIN play
On Der he osst one frensied losh,
Twas noted In the judgment book.