Carson daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1873-1877, 1876-03-18

| OF LiDeTiy Is tue cEiei cHdthcteiisAS vi
the New Dispensation. 1t is this which
| in America gains freedom and guards II
by the palladium of a lcritten Constitution.
and defends it by the brave hearts and
strong arms of the free millions who
tread her glorious soil and feel that it is
| forever consecrate to Freedom.
| MIR. P. II. Mulcahy then recited the
following poem which is from the pen OF
Mr.. T. W. Hesly:
| In every land beneath the glorious sun
! The Irish hearts to-day dolbeat as ono;
Whether by Nova scotia's stormy coast;
Or, on the wild Atlantic pillows tossed:
Or tropic cline. where the magnolia's bloom
Scents the soft air with richest Of perfume,
In stranger land or hospitsble shore;
Tempts he the deep. or gloomy mines explore;
However blest or bleak may be his lot.
His own Green Island is not quite forgot;
But still rs backward turns fond memry's tide
He rosIns again By Lee or Shannon's side;
While fancy pictures wildly to view
The fsvor.te haunts his happy boyhood knew;
The old round tower, the hill, the stream, cash
scene
Lives in his hear, fresh as the shamrock green.
Oh, Ireland. Ioyelies. land CT all ;he seas.
The saoyes famed by the 6ulf Streams tenn
pered breeze.
whera genisl waters lave Thy besuteoIs feet,
While yerdure springs the rsptured gaze to greet!
Thy praise was sung by masters old OF song.
And feebler Tyres do still the strain prolons-
Since wondrous Spenser By fair Mulla's shore
In rapture did his Fairy Queen" outpour,
And classic Goodman. generous in his praise,
Did not deny thee tribute Of his lays
Think not becsuse they turn aside to bless
Ireland they love America the less;
There is ~ instinct in each son OF earth
To love the best the spot that gave him birth,
And though each heart a. patriots must hold
dear,
Our country vast e1tent-the hemisphere;
Yet there place in Georgia or in Maine
Which ere he dies he fain would see again;
And at its name he feels his heart grow wsrm,.
1t is his birthplace-that explains the charm.
Who then siall say that Irishmsn do wrong
To love their land of beauty. vslor, song,
Where in the Present. IS in days of old,
OF every rock some fairy tale Is told:
Ireland. thy beauty and misfortunes move
All human hearts TO sympathy and love:
When shall We see thy night OF bondage close.
What day shall pat period TO thy woes:
Thy sons are valiant, their diversion war:
They meunt the steed, or yoke the iron car;
Are krst to raise the sword At Honor's CALL
A. Mercys voice the frst to bid it fall:
And midst the din and strife OF battle fed
The first 10 press; the very last to yield.
In almost every land beneath the sun
History records the glories they have won:
How, dashing forward with exquisite Joy,
They held the bloody field At fontenoy:
And still again. with purpose high and true.
Changed Europe's map At hard fought Waterloo,
On Quebec's nights. amid the bloody strife,
Mon somery yielded up his precious life:
And Corcoran s troops with Deaths hail falling
round
'Mids. thickest carnage nobly held their ground;
For Irish courage never yet has failed.
But Irish valor DER its fAes prevailed.
Erina's sons will always die or do:
Shsw them the right, she right they will pursue.
Needless alike of danger, interest e cost.
Prolong the hight e en- when the held 10 lost.
Altho' the Harp and Sunburst have been furlsd.
Erin has given rulers to the world.
OF Irish rsce, in stately land Of Spain.
ODonnelI lifts her glory upAA again;
And Austris-Count Nusent puts her forth
Fore most amid the nations Of the North:
While in the fair land OF the vine and dance
McMahon bssls the wounds of beauteous France
No longer torn by factions; at his word
Peace reiRns again and order is restored;
Meath washington's upon the scroll OF Fame,
Coiulnbias Jackson doth inscrioe his name;
Flood, Gratsan. Burke, Curran and ehsrldsn
Will always live, and always lead the van
In walks Of eloQuence, wit, poesy,
Art, statemanship or high philosophy.
SarsAeld and Emmet. ye llAssrious two
Contend the palm with Lucas, 0olyneaux.
Your burning WOIub, yOOI uec1S VA AA8A cAHP1AsC
Shall 9 ear until co-equal with the skies,
And in the myriad ages yet to b
Revive the love for Right and Liberty.
Who has not felt himself grow young again.
Inspired with youth, by classic Aangans STRAIN
Whose thunder tones can nerve the wATTioTs
arm;
Whose softer notes the maidens heart can charm.
Oh. magic gift! that has the power to move
The human soul aliks to war or love.
Nor Will the nations Quietly forget
The witchins lays whose sweet strains haunt
them yet.
But will be sung Is in the days of ysre-
The matchless songs of Davis and Of Moore,
But why recount the glcries OF the past!
Why speak o. days whose brightness did not
last?
It's histsry: nor is the hope all vain;
What Ireiand WAS she yet may be again.
Barbarian England CROPPED in savage night.
While Erin beamed with Civilizations light.
And learning, Culture. Art and Beauty shone
In native majesty round Tara's throns.
Thy daughters virtue, beauty, wit aid grace
Glance from each eye, and speak from every
face:
And noblest attributes. so zirrored there.
At cpcs bsfpesz them innocent ~ falr.
The welcome warm q. hespitAble board,
Where stranger shares, If need, the scanty board.
No. guile. nor selhshness, nor mean control
Stems the pure current of the generous soul.
Blu. every noble impulse doth inpsrt
The life and light chat warns the Irish heart;
No dross is there; 10 calculation cold
Bsrsers his manhood for little gold
With port erect, in conscious dignity
Tho spirit wslks in native majesty
What voice il that comes on the frightened air.
Brings terror to the dsspot in his lair,
ReveEb'rating thro' c,eSn's deepest caves.
The voice rssounds. Earth mss no place Tor
slaves"