The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1852-06-17

''We've fallen upon gloomy days;
Star after star decays;
Every bright name, that shed
Light DER our land, is fed. d."-MoORE.
Harp of my country in mourning thou'rt shrou-
No more shall thy music tones float Ger the
tide;
The face of poor Erin with sadness is clouded,
With the wild song her last hope Of freedom has
died;
Cold is the hand that awaked thee from slum-
Pulscless the heart that but thrObbed for thy
Voiceless the spirit whose soul-thrilling num-
bers
Oft flushed the pale check of the Saxon with
shame.
Sons of the Celts, on your brows strew the ash
The BEAM from your emerald zone passed away
Was no meteor that but for moment out flash
And leaves not behind one trace of its ray;
But a star that arose DER the night of your sor-
row,
When the shamrock and cross in the dust were
low traiIed,
Which from heaven its light did Promethcus-
like borrow,
To shine while the sun Of your glory was yeiled.
Like the sign in the East to the wise men ap-
Guiding their wanderings to Chaldea o'er
So bright DER the cliffs Of proud Albion career
Sending its light to the uttermost shore;
That orb showed all nations, were, fettered and
bleeding,
Her homes desecrated, her altars profaned,
On her bosom the vultures Of Tyranny feeding,
4 a. in, har l,a,t
chained.
The death keen is heard in thy halls, oh Tam
ARA
As on that sad eve when on Ossory,s plain,
The chieftain that went forth in strength from
Kinkara
Lay dead, and Mononia wept DER her slain.
Now she weeps-for her bard while her war
riors is sleeying, 50
In the valley of shadows his loved form lies low,
And the winds muiled voice reund thy battle
ments sweeping,
Is blent with the Banshees dread wailings of
woe.
How oft through these mouldering hills has he
wandered,
Through these arches with moses and ivy Ger
grown,
While the hate in his bosom grew strong as he
pondefed
Der the fragments of Liberty's temple here
strewn-
Hate for the tyrants, whose despotic power
Was breaking the hearts they could never sub
due
Contempt for the miniOns before them that cow
er,
Who proved to their country and freedom un-
true.
How oft from those eloquent memories turning.
Z hot
He quenchcd the fierce curse on his lips that
was burning,
And scizing his harp, gave to vengeance it's
strain;
That harp, to its masters thought ever reply
ing,
Told in music that but to its wild chords be-
His love for his Green Isle, deep, fervent undy-
/ ing,
His scorn for her foes and his grief for her
/ wrongs.
| 1t told of the days ere the foreign invader
Had dared to pollute with his footsteps our soil
J When Erin in genius and learning arrayed her,
! When she was earth diamond and Britain its
Then it told her thrones fallen, in notes of deep
sadness,
Her name blotted out from the nations of earth;
Her sons drinking deep of the red cup Of mad
ness,
Living ALIENS and SLAVES in the LAND of THEIR
BiRTHl
The old world, entraced, to its melody listened,
While Columbia's brave freemen each anthem
| encored;
And the exile. while tears on his long lashes
glistened,
| At its sound seemed to home and to loved ones
restored,
But now its wild breathings arc silent forever;
| Must the flames they enkindled within ouI
/ breasts die?
| Must Erin, loved Erin, in bondage live ever?
| Forbid it Truth, Justice; forbid it Most High
I Lonely and lone, oh my heart, was thy beating
| When the mournful tale was revealed 10 thine
ear;
! Seemed from it's channels the life-blood retreat
ing,
Shuddering as if a lost spirit was near.
| Yet no idle fear made me tremble that hour;
Twas thy country's wan spectre that rose tc
| the view;
! She has naught left her now but the past fol
her dover:
But oh! to that past sons Of Erin, be true.
| zTamara, lamar or Tara, the seat of the an
| cient kings of Ireland.
LOUISVILLE, March oath, 1852.
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