The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1875-08-06
VII.

VII.
1922
Into the Senate swept the mighty chieL
Like some great ocean wave across the bar
or iniercepting rock, whose jagged reef
But frets the victor whom IL cannot mar.
Into the Senate his triumphal car
Rushed like q conqueror's through the broken
gates
OF some fallen city, whose defenders are
Powerful no longer to resist the lates,
But yield at last to him whom wondering Fame
awaits.
And as "sweet foreign spenser" might have
sung,
Yoked TO the car two winged steeds were seen,
With eyes OF fire and nashlng hoofs outnung,
AS If Apollos coursers they had been.
These were quick Thought and Eloquence /
ween,
Bounding together with impetuous speed,
While overhead there waved a Dag OF green
Which seemed to urge still more each Tying
steed,
Until they reached the goal the hero had decreed.
There at his feet q captive wretch lay bound,
Hldeous, deformed, OF haleiul countenance,
Whom as plood-shot eyeballs glared around,
AS II TO kill with their malignant glance,
knew to be the nend intolerance.
But now no longer had he power to Stay,
For Freedom touched him with Ithurers lance,
Which barred his baseness TO the light OF day,
And showed how foul a hend the world could once
obey.
Then followed after him numerous train,
Each bearing trophies of the fields he won
Some the white wand and some the civic chain,
Its golden letters glstening in the sun;
Some-for the reign OF justice had begun
The ermine robes that soon would be the prize
or spotless lives that all pollution snun,
And some in mltred pomp, with upturned eyes,
And grateful hearts invoked a blessing from the
skies.
VIII.
1875.
hundred years their various course have run,
Since Erin's arms received her noblest son,
And years unnumbered must in turn depart
Ere Erin fails to fold him to her heart.
He is our boast, our glory and our pride;
For US he lived, fought, suffered, dared and died;
Struck of the snackles from each fettered limb,
And all we have OF best we owe to him.
II some cathedral, exquisitey fair,
Lifts its tall turrets Through the wondering air,
Though art or skill its separate offering brings,
IT'S from O'Connell's heart the structure springs.
If through this city on these festive days,
Halls, streets and squares are bright with civic
blaze
OF glittering chains and Aldermanic gowns,
The red.robed senates or hundred towns,
Whatever rank each special spot may claim.
TITS from O'Connell's hand their charters came.
II in the rising hopes OF recent years
mighty sound reverberates on our ears,
And myriad voices In cry unite
For restoration OF a Iavished right
TITS the great echo OF that thunder blast,
On Tara pealed or mightier Mullaghmast.
Where'er we turn the same effect we fnd-
O'Connels voice still speaks his country's mind.
Therefore we gather to his birthday feast,
Prelate and peer, the people ana the priest.
Therefore we come in one united band,
To hail in him the hero OF the land,
To bless his memory and with loud acclaim
To all the winds. on all the wings OF fame
Watt to the listening world the great o'Connells
name.
AN ILLUMINATED CITY.
The city is brilliantly illuminated tonight
and the streets are filed with gay and
animated throngs. Everything has passed of
quietly.