The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1876-07-16
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Bow the head,
Lightly tread.
Beside the dust of the honored dead.
An Irish youth. long years ago.
Grew up in MINISTER'S balmy air,
Beaide the lordly Shannons flow.
Midst Limerick g meadows bright and fair,
Zach memo1ied spot full we'll he knew,
Each crumbling tow'r, each ruined fame,
Each rath and mound that met the view,
Through all of Thomonds wide domain.
These loved he fret and best of all,
But, far beyond that circuits bound
From Brandon Head to Donegsl,
He loved each spot of Irish ground;
And, be the record sad or grand,
He knew the story of the land.
Well might he choose to turn his gaze
Back from his own to bygone daysi
For. through those iron ages, wheR
Kings chiefs and knights should needs be Men,
He saw the rays Of glory shine
On all his long ancestral line;
And saw amid that warrior host
One mighty chief, eclir sing all
The hero our isle could boast
Before his birth, since his fall;
He saw him mass the nations might,
For God, for truth for lrelands right,
To strike one great decisive blow,
And. in one fatal glorious fight,
Crush for ali time the ruthless foe
hat long had wrought his country's woei
Then die, victor proud and brave,
Besldes Clontarf 8 enpurpled wave.
Yet, sad to say, aith nigh a shoot
OF that old stock whose stem and root
Had lvpg been cherished in the land.
That youth filled not his rightful place
Amidst hs faithful suffering race,
Now stricken by q tyrant's hand;
For ali long years before his time
The gallant line of Brian broke,
Gave up their heritage sublime,
Bowed down beneath a foreign yoke
And passed. to all the lands dtsmay,
From Ireland's patriot ranks away.
Twas years and years ago; but still
The faint of evil times remained,
The blood that caught that Saxon chill
Its Gaelic glow had not regained;
And now he coldly stood apart,
With thoughtful mien and doubling heart,
While calm and strong,
TO ED their wrong.
The people rose fIou sea to SEA-
In peaceful strIfs,
Fol- land, for life
And Gods great giIG OF liberty.
his cou.t IL. last for tho youth was too noble,
soul was too proud and his IN ind was too pure
ok unconcerned on the torture and trouble
race and his kindred were forced to endure.
ard the great words of their brave hearted Leader
first with feeling Of hone st disdain;
ear and more dear grew the cAuse and its pleader-
old blood of Brian WAS kindlirg again.
warm and more warm with each quickened pulsa.
Lion
hrobbed through his veins when, indignant. he
saw
rtshtful demand OF the calm, patient nation
met by come outrage ON justice and law
Jaw the great Chief who had peacefully guided
strife for q cause that was lawful and just,
gned for that crime" when it's foes had decided
It and it's friends should lie low IN the dust
forth came o'BrieD-this omen of danger
all til at was needed to bring on the scene
brave naughty soul, to whom fear was = stranger,
ways of oppression were hateful and mean.
me-in the glow of q noble emotion,
that critical hour of the strife,
or to Ireland his heartfelt devotion,
pledge TO her service his forture-his life.
Coon the glorions news went out
Over vale and highland
Soon was heard joyful shout
Through the whole green island:
Let the happy news be runE
From each spire and steeple!
Give it welcome, old and youngl
oBrien joins the people!
Glad the words o Cornell spoke
When those tiding thrilled him;
Like q beam from heaven they broke
Through the clouds that chilled him.
Let the cheering signal run
Now from spire and SteePleI
IrslAnd's cause, he said, IL won
o'Br.OR joins he Po0Pisi