The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1876-04-23
s ,rnlng Star and Catholic Messenger.
From Appleton's Journal, April ISL
THE EMIGRANTS.

~ THE EMlGRANIS.
tTbs poem will have for the reader special intere
the fact that it accepted by Charlotte Cushn
6oneh that medum by the illness and death Of tt
s, eat artist is offer. here.-Editor Journal
u,,,r .nre tbsp Phil Copnor. It's you an NO othe
NV own uncies son. that see standipg nero ba vo
nd what in the wide world brings you on 'tie ga!
Twas YOUR wedding avick that danced at last es
Veil; well. tits surprised that am now to meet ye
little tie Ss INV oomIade across the big
Why Phil, dear! what's ailin'i Heaf'S0ffo"'
Come away an ait down" While the crowds on dec
Corr Harbor fades fast from their wet, strainin
in the gold of the gorse the purple Of heather
: Mels into the mist of tho sou evening skes
Ny poor boy, see lis the trcub bic that's on ye
me- We f,co wild gorsoons had our froiics together
Ay we've both found since then that life isn't al
play.
Don't mind thst wild oryin' It's only colleen.
That's parted from them that she loves best earth
a n the orathur beside her. that's sobbn' an moaan
Is left the poor weans on \ motherfess hearth.
heyre in bitter black grief Phil, but comfort is
n blight day, for all ia, out there in the West.
What brings the big signs swellin' up frsm yer
rhsn wait bit. Ned, till my last look I've taken.
fTiI wet eyes and heart bid farewell to my
4ch sorrowfni land! whore with wrongs an with
Fe're driven far, far fro the green cod to roam!
20 ireland, mavourneen twas fair that God made ye
An smiled in his face like bright darlin' child
int with bis creeds an his factions torn ye
An turned all your joy into grief deep an wild.
Blow fresh round my breast ooolin breezes of ocean
Take back to my country my hearts farewell sigh
For hone while lived, for grave when I'd del
There. Ned May God you frsm suppiu' the
sorrow
Int. GIIn5,
rip my hand, aviofi maybe twill slacken the heart.
To feel there's a friend in the world for mo yet.
Sure ye know, Ned twas we'll off we were when I
For my father ,Gcd ,rest him . had worked like .
nd the farm, long with he'd well nigh forgotten
That never an acre his own was to leave.
Ard the land was so kindly, Ned, payin' our labor
With the rich bioomin' yield to the spade and the
n the cattle the crathurs knee deep in the pasture
p is dranin' was. Ned; sure twilight ia fallin'
Twas a hot sun. a n mowin' was heavy to-day
y I'm rested now, yin in the big oaks cool shadow
There's her milkin'- song Here Nora cushla this
wayl
Five me hold of the milk pals colleen they re
70 your little hands. svroIc: mine feel them light
me away for our stroll thu ough the
long tlI TIL sky shows the slow .comi.e night"
cd help We, poor gorsoon! Tut, tut, low take |
70 we're here the ship; the big sails all set!
Your eyes, ashore up whore the bright sta, are
shnin',
! teIin ye dark days will wear away yet"
BY, Ned was wandern' far back to the evenin';
! he black sorrow tracked down my Nora an me-
ID the thrush and the blackbird their vespers
sing,n'.
An' never a sign of the grief could we see.
eo happy we turned to our own little cottage
pur own my LEI DIS bail stood daI min the door
or Your lease bphs mo-, s4Sa nS % In fearn
moro.
nd the rev hsir just come back from foreign parts
higher rents to his lordship r stranger assures
Know It seems hard to lose all but twas foolish
approving the land that could never be yours Il
FWas done, Ned tho hope that had given us the
Z vain the poor fathers whole lifetime of toll;
buIdn the barns and in bs,tn f sho so
Ee we're thankful that he wasn't Twin to SEQ it.
hat day We turned ssdIy to leave the dear nest;
knew it was burstin' the heart in her breast.
en It was her last sorrow, she mourned so an !
sHos nah in HoTas old homo a welcome we'd F
s tsS last tie that kept her
ground ~ n
be called us that last day, Ned: Cbildre dear mind
J siuseIess your clipgin' so fond to the coil; D
sres a better home wsitin's We over the ocean. n
there, daIlin's, ont O. this heart and MOL -
M yell lay me in Cairne, where my people are q
The slope o. the green hin the graveyard is wade 81
u ue sWeeter and queter thore. III Ior snmber +
'An DOWN by the chapel, 40 cold in The shade" W
fresh April mornin' the nee bhors slI gathered
yak with us mp through the hills 20 the crave, :
Us I'll ifesh before me, the eky lark = cleat snr, m
hrar" murine an Primrose new b.ossomed and M
tender '" JUST, il'e SlNlh an c.
be soft ksses coolin' our tear..mar,fn,s,os CT
wait OF the keene' it drew up An AZ f,ss,sd h
pu hushed 1t Tar up twixt the hills and RI st. Al
We cAme through the dew an the sweet.m,.,;i., ii
y - stood at The old grsveyard's NOES covorsd Ct
Pre- the priest in his vestment. was sanding 70
meet 1900 '-""'hS I" h,
T. the gate wasn't cpen-we waited chile; "a
yard ff o "'' grave y,,p
P .E the kin of my mother for years back Law M
I'D you think now that m nm oor1d -. al
4 his brother $1,000 ~ AA0 LAWS LOT tn
|nyin his right earth last shelter to khaIef bi
Y tbeTe as We stood under Gods blessed heaven -
thS MIL my lords brother, the rector rode fast
she ate. he stood guard close besids II 10
4 We Deerin the coffin, within it had passed. sa
Gu may lay dead here he said 80 much we'll VI
your priest nust not c.tsr-outsite of the rate sir
LAYERS LAYERS must be said-CloSe the grave up now