The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1878-07-06
Selert poetrg.
A DREAM.


Twas midnight. and the hand ofsleep
Had wrapt my soul in slurnbers deep
when on my dreaming fancy fe!s.
A vision Wild and strange 20 tell.
l stood. methought, upon the shore.
Where loud the Atlant:c's hiIlows roar.
And as / gazed far DER the seas
] heard voice upon the breeze
A thrilling volce-not son and low
Twas not the wailIng voice Of woe
Nor did It's deep'ning cadence tell
or song. or feast. OF marriage bel.
listened. and tlse thrilling strain
Was heard above the sounding main,
And in is accents Wild and grand.
I caught the tone Of stern command.
The words were IN that ancient tongue
In which the Celtic minstrel sung,
Ere silence dWelf IN Taras Halls,
or slept the harp on Tara's walls.
And a. wondered what could be.
That voice that came across the sea.
saw. metnought, qneenly form,
Arise above the ocean storm.
Her robe ii was ofemerald green
A shield she bore Of glittering sheen;
And firmly grasped within her hand.
marked slie ancient Celtic brano
gazed with wonder and with awe
t'pon the queenly form saw:
And as stopped, her voice 10 hear.
These burning words fell on my ear;
Awake We childsen OF land
Long crushed beneath oppression's hand
And taught how bitter It's to feel
How heavy is the tyrant's heel,
Arouse and come. from far and near.
Awake and come with brand and spear
Ay,-come with manly heart and hand.
And battle for your native land.
And swear By her deserted halls.
Her ruined towers aud broken walls.
And By the tear the exile weeps.
And BY the grave where Emmett sleeps
swear by your own dear native land.
Now crushed beneath tyrant's hand.
Which has FOR long and bitter years
Been watered by her chiIdrcn's tears.
-swearl by your eountry's honored dead:
BY all the blood OF martyrs shed;
By all that e'er we hope to see,
That Erin shall again be free,
And let the Saxon bosom feel
The vengeful thrns; Of Celtic steel
And then forever rent and broke
Shall be the iyrant's CALLING yoke
Then shall the iright-eyed maiden tell
How her young lover brayely fell;
And how upon the battle-feld.
NE died upon his siiitering shield.
and Is she weeps beside his grave,
Ger which The laurel green shah wave,
she'll dry her tearz 70 think that he
Died for his couniry's liberty.
Then let Erin's children. far and near.
Awake, and come with brand and spear.
And let them all, with heart and hand,
strike bravely for their native land
she ceased. and with flashing eye.
She waved her shining brand on high.
And flerceiy smote her sounding shield,
And called her sons to freedoms field
Like the Wild notes Of Tartar gong.
The changing sound rose loud and long:
And mountain peak. and hill and plain.
Rolled back the echoing sound again!
Anon heard the heavy tread
OF farmed men, 70 battle led
And then heard the laundering sound
Ofwar stecis prancing Ger the ground.
A moment more. and loud and clear.
The clash Of arms fell on my ear;
Then beheld bloody field.
Where Celtic spear met Saxon shield
And widely DER the battle storm,
Again saw that queenly form,
With shining brand and flashing eye,
shouting-oni on to victory
Stern was the strife The emerald sod
Was red with many hero's blood,
And Celtic spear and Saxon shield
Lay shivered on the CORY field.
The battle ceased. the storm was o'er,
heard the crash Of arms no more,
But far and wide, DER all the plain.
heard deep, harmonious strain.
'7traSfhc Proud AHfhem Of The Frce,
The glorious Hymn qf Liberty;
Nor thai The ghassgg fight ioas done.
And Frreslqasry,' 4 l,fsffls fo,rhf and arna