The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1877-03-18
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anw 1kLEANs. g0MDAY, MARCH Ie ls,7.
THE CELTIC TONGUE.

". build 70 up the Celtic tongue above o'Curry
ped the good work. ~ patriot souls who long you
ne long to light the aame again on FreedeD's alta
no long to ean the gleries back from hspless Erir
No long 4. eern her saddend brow with aueenl,
~ ssiss warrior people up Nation in her train.
thsn tine work. be scorn eur lot. oar ancient
ldss the nations of the earth we stand in sham.
ut the lovely land of vines. whore dwslls the
speak TIE ssngno Of chArlemagne in oct. and
Spain extends her sun loved realms from prince
angnage OF the mighty Cid still strikes the listen.
clden tongue .tiu speak tho tribes the Dsnubes
ssrman loves the rushing speech that swells in
5bsr's stream sre uttered yet as in the golden
nusio-toues of Dante's Tyre, of Pstrarch's loving
: Us. who own that tongue Of tongues that saints
boz cd our very mines beneath the saxon's CALLING
elothe the thoughts that make our hearts with
sc that chin the lips they touch. like flakes Of
syon Tongue, why. we should hate this spseeh
+ szon tongue OF saxon guile its fraudful accents
our trusting Irish ears it syllablsd foul lies-
ease that alien speech too long its hollow sounds
psuf ye forth frsm Celtic lips the ruahing Celtic
soRgue.
Celtic tongue tho ceisio tongue why should Its
- an its magic tones with old and golden glories
e, Ike an aged bard, it slngs departed warrisrs'
sn q was heard in kingly halls where thronged the
sn or lie glowing tales of made danntles, hearts
ssn oft it's tales of haplsss love drew tears from
nd tongue Of heroes how its tones upon the gale
Isa srea. Cuohullin's Red Branch Knights rushed
] how it's accents fired the brave to struggle for
AZ from thy lips they burst in flames. Con of the
shsn the breeze its warories bore that CORY
se Royal Brian cheered his host to battle with the
who may Ere our sluggish hearts like them to dare
y shall see thy like again. hero-so could Boru
IN yongue OF bardsl how swelled its tones in lofty
white roSeS minssrsls defhy swept the sounding
g 0ain tOnch'd tho trembling strings to hymn the
= thlilId thy Tyre. fond FIonbsn. with gallant
. swouid tell of ladye.levo and chief of priuosly
Ailsen now the poets sung. and now the Gerald. |
. music's SELF that b .rded tongue. till iron days
s.si,d its swan.like strains. and died with thee,
BET tonos the wide world Ger thoagb gifted bards
seeter sounds tn minstrelsy, soul.scothing Celtic
Egue.
tic tongue the Celtic tongue! no more in bower
Rank holds sway or Beauty rsigns its liquid
ents 1al.
isn the courts of Pride and Power. within the
home-thst Outlaw'd tOngue-the poor despise
SUI upon the mountain heath, or in the moonlit
20 sweet speech the shepherd sings, the lover
oft times In the rustic church the Soggarth knows
"a me wretch from shades Of vice to virtues path
N the sinners hardend heart 1t falls as dew from
eoftened soul dissolves in tsars-he weeps, an 10
> turks amid the simple POOR, forgotten and un-
J ancent tongue, that royal tongue. SO priced in
On came TO mako our isle its homo from lands
u saw the wondrous pillar shrines in graceful
- echoed in the days of pride within EmAnia's {
ngh high KincOra's prinoely courts. through TaraS
n Swelled in holy song TO Heaven upon the morn.
] from the Sacred Groves went up the Druid's q
20 in brighter ChriatiAn days. it rose ia holior
rain 1
GlendalOugh'S calm Eden shades, from II install. v
athed in vesper Orison when evenings shadows +
city shrines from abbey piles. from bermits .
nelly cell, Fl
d in winged accents forth from dawu to days last
nile. :.
lips Of sagsa saints and kings throughout our y y
cred IRle. d
'recisn fame, Latin name, from infant state /,
nhoCSs Strength that Ian gusge stOOd-the mighty
eltio Tongue then must 1t diet Say, shall our e:
nRuage got Il
y Uliadha's kingly soul by sainted Laurence no Il
y the shades Of saints and chleis Of holy name M
d high, -
: deeds as they have with it must die when it Q,
, the memories of the Past that round our ruin cl
2 Our evening hope of suns in coming days to y,
nc. N
u not go--it must not die-the Language Of our 1
re0; O
Ertn's glory EIads our souls or freedoms name az
ar1res, PC
lingering ray from stars gone down-oh, let its W
hi roman "
at bright link with splendors AOwn-Oh, snap it m
& in twain e.
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