The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-12-07

And mournfu voice cried arise often had heard
before.
There Father James his opened the door that
night,
moonlight pald shadows of ghosty light;
sunnedhe blood wdered brain fed back to my
heart in fear.
Oh Father James, in the of God" gasped OUT what
brought you here?
Sure saw you buried in Temple heard the black clay
Down your coffin lid while priest anies for SOUL
speak,
And all this time the cold brow and cheek
could be called for the moonlight hone
thro him, .
But duled in its the shade of shadee over me coo
and dim;
pale face heavy with would draw the tears from stone
light Christening soul in his dark eyes burned
and shone
gazed DEATH and had quailed an lnch
And say myself know out in pinch;
The darkest night down I'd walk the churchyard
thro'
Could sit on the broken talk the dead talk to
Why Sure Sleep to wake in the fields above
Casting robes of clay and the robes OF love-
Fear me not James, mildly sad in ad appealing voices
you power and make suffering soul
rejoice.
challenge you by your tonight stand loyal and true
And by that love evil shall come to you
morning herds with sunpt light up the eastern
skies,
I'll sing your soulful stars that tighten in Paradise
Whie robed the esh and hot with blood Mass unsad
And kings should chant anies for the
sueed oh! James, since then it seems twenty thou-
sand years.
Whose fires and whose moons were SHOWS
piercing spears;
But be gaed by the martred priests who
died
For eland sake and her mountain side
Woe to the men who worship kings and dress in their robes
of SIM
Or nut on the holy robes of heaven worship devil therein
Who sell the peopefor place pe the chassng rod
tho
they who eay and rsake them for the smiles OF
kings, .
oh spirit this night tortured wixt grief
But I've sat at your shared the flowing cheers
hand icy white has given children food from
your store
And STILL your sake the I'd travel island oer
Whatever you end such winning guise
and eal to thee from now till the morning
Then lead unto the chapel James, And while the good
Father spoke
The night winds sighed like uneasy the boughs of the
druid oak;
And beneath shade in fancy thought could
there under the ancient tree
looking with his large black soulful eyes,
And Lord imagined the stars were burning
Oh thought pack all countless
peopled n of light and shade all their laughter and
their tears,
Into an instant lightning ghtened thus quick review
All my life and surroundings flashed subtitle spirit thro
But STILL over oweredpas and scafolds
and red,
And Ireland thought graveyard her living dead her
dead.
From my chapel gateway wandered in trance
turned but in that single glance
The roads fields black with while at their very
head
Rode Father James captain grim marshang the dead
When and opened the chapel door,
trampng rampng ramping the echong chapel
floor.
A III tho midnight candles there Father James standing
Where the tabernacle open showed the and sacred
Devotion was bushng holy all his changing face
AID oya f raver like the sweep of wings and filled
the place; =
And when looked 10 ocean of faces turned
their tidal spirits flowed where the altar candles burned
In vain looked in each glowing recognzance to fnd
In vain ouc memory back along the wires of the mind
For from the halls youth returned this she quickly