The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1874-03-22
Though Lost to Sight to Memory Dear.
IRELAND'S NATAL DAY.
TRIBUTE TO THE SHAMROCK, THE SUN
BURST AND THE HARP.
ERIN'S CHILDREN IN NEW ORLEANS CELE-
BRATE THE FEAST OF THE EVER
GLORIOUS ST. PATRICK.
The Shamrock and the sunburst.

The Shamrock and the sunburst.
| 1RANk MGLoIN.
Oh sons Of Erin I, bear aloft this day.
| With pride, the emblems of natal isle:
| The Bursting Sun, which drives the clouds away.
The Shamrock green which from our m eadows smile
The humble leaf which gladdens with spring.
Though crush'd and trodden down upon the sod,
| Was yet the means through which Saint did bring
To millions vast the knowledge of their God.
Thus Erin, midst her deep. continued woe,
Though bruised beneath treacherous tyrant's heel
| The sons OF many climes has taught to know
The God before whose affairs high she kneels
| The spring which last did kiss the sterile earth.
And the timid flowers to the light.
Unto its graceful running stem gave birth,
! And with Its verdant leaves did bless the sight.
| When winter with its harsh, destroying tread,
| Did follow close in ripenng autumn's track.
| The tender plant beneath its foot seemed dead
! Beyond the power of spring to call it back.
So once hath Erin known the kiss Of spring,
| And gathered vigor from her balmy breath.
| And to Erin. did the winter bring,
| With cruel hand. the blight Of seeming death
| But as the Shamrock hears again the call
OF early spring, which decks again the plain,
| So shall dear Erin cast away the PAIL
And claim her ancient glories all again.
The Bursting Sun. which wakes the sleeping earth
At early msrn, did light the youthful day,
Yet, the hours stole on. the sea gave birth
To clouds, which stole its glories all away.
But yet the Sun, though hidden in their gloom,
Lost not the rays which gladden. eer our sight.
Not thus the mighty orb may meet its doom.
It's not foreer we lose its presence bright.
The clouds will break. the welcome sun again
Will cheer with its over gen rous light.
Once more with radiance will ii food the plain,
And paint the clouds themselves with colors bright.
Thus in her earlier days hath Erin known
The gorgeous splendor of = rising sum-
Thus darkness came. her glories all have flown
Beneath the clouds-her day seemed ever done.
But now we the rift again the light
Breaks through the darkend canopy of cloud,
| And Erin's Sun. now bursting on the sight,
Casts off, thank God it's dread and dismal shroud.
Obi cherish long the emblems bright. twas God
who made them prophets Of dear Erin's fate
| The earth which gave the Shamrock from its sod.
The heavens which gave the Sun to be Its mate.
81. Patrick's Day. 1879.
| Did it rain last yearf anxiously inquired
many, as they retired Monday night midst &
| perfect food of rain, looking forward to the
morrow, the ever welcome St. Patrick's Day
The memories of our last festival are yet 81
bright, and the interval has been filled with
so many stirring events, that we really could
not answer the question without referring t.
| old files to ascertain. And although the day
just passed into history was one of the mos
| disagreeable in point of weather that we have
| ever experienced, embracing q warm, close at
| mosphere, with many and very inopportun.
| showers-no, deluges of water from the skie.
! above-we doubt not that year hence it viii
| be pleasantly enshrined in our memories. F'os
nothing daunted by the lowering clouds of the
morning, the different branches of the Hiber
MAN Benevolent and Mutual Aid Association
as well as the several societies of their invited
guests, the Catholic Total Abstinence Assoei
ations, gathered at their different halls, anG
after attending service at chureh-receivinl
wreaths and other tokens of regard from thei
friends, joining in other ceremonies, elsewher,
mentioned, assembled on Canal street to partioi
pate in the grand parade, the browning glory O
the day. They bore the hardship of the mud ant
slush and drenching rain, with the utmos
good humor, and we must say that we never
have seen a nebler crowd of men than thos.
composing this procession, as they passed ou
Office on Tuesday last, headed by bands O
music whose inspiring strains awakened tn,
memories of the days of old.
THE PROCESSION.
At the head of the line rode the Grand Mar
shall of the day,
| ROBERT q. hartley,
with the following gallant band of horsemer
as aids:
| Patrick Barron, Branch No. l.
| P. Donnegan, Branch No. l.
| John Grayer, Branch No. 2.
Patrick Quinn, Branch No. 9.
| VIM. Sheridan, Branch No. 3.
j. Donovan, Branch No. 3.
Michael HRokett, Branch No. a.
| Patrick Harvey, Branch No. 4.
| John c. Murray, Branch No. 4.
Joseph Fl. Lawlor, Branch No. S.
| Henry NJ O,Meallie. Branch No. S.
Michael Sheehan. Branch No. 6.
John O'Connell, Branch No. 6.
| J. J. Bowling, Branch No. z.
| M. Mcnamara, Branch No. 2.
| 81. j. Corners, Branch No. 8.
| james Sweeney, Branch No. 9.
| Andrew Leo, Branch No. 9.
| d. J. Barrett, Branch No. 10.