River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1879-08-28

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celebration, in BOSTON, of Tn centennial ami
versary vi the birth OF the poet Moore:
Enchanter of Erin, whose magic has bound us
Thy wand for one moment We iOndly would
claim
EntraGced while Il summons the phantoms
around US,
That blush int life at The sound of my name
The tell-tales of memory wake from then
slumbers--
l hea t. old song with its tender refrain
What pass ON es hid in those honey-yoiced
numbers!
What perfume Of youth in each exquisite
straini
The home OF my childhood comes back as a
vision
Hark Harkl soft chord from its song
lis morning of May, when the air is Elysian-
The syringa in bud and the lilac IN bIoom =
We are clustered around the "Clementi' pia.
There were six of US then--there are two Of
us now
She is SIM Ing-the girl with the silver so
promo
How tue Lord Of the Vallya was false to
his vow
Let Erin remember the echoes are calling
Through The Vale OF Ayoua' the waters
are rolled
The Exiie" aments while the night-dews are
The Morning Of Life" dawns again as OF
old
But all! those warm love-songs Of fresh ado
lesccuce!
Around US sue IA raptures celestial they flung
That it seemed as # Paradise breatned III
quintessence
Through the seraph-toled-Iips Of the maid Il
tuat sungl
Long hushed are the chords that my boyhood
enchanted
As when the smooth wave by the angel was
stirred
Yet still with tlesr music is memory haunted
And Oft in IN, dreams are their melodies
heard.
feel like the priest to his altar returning
The crowd that was knecling no longer i.
there,
The flame has died down but the brands are
5tlll burning,
And sandal and cinnamon sweeten the air.
The veil for her bridal young Summer il
weaving
In her azure-domed hall with It's tapestrieC
floor
And Spring the Hast tear-drops of Mayo j,
leaving
On the daisy Of Burns and the shamrock o
Moore
How like, how unlike, as We view them to
gether,
The song of the MINISTRIES whose record w
scan
~ Al,
heather
One sweet as the breath from an odalisque'
FAM
Ain, passion can glow mid a palaces splender
The cage does not alter the song OF the bird
And the curtain of silk has known whisper
as tender
As ever the blos.oming hawthorn has heard
No fear lest the step of the soft-slippered Ora
ccs
Should fright the young Loves from thei
warm little nest
For the heart of Il Queen, under Jewels ant
laces,
Beats time with the pulse in the peasant
girls brc Asti
Thrice welcome each gift Of kind Natures be
slowing.
Her fountain heeds little the goblet we hold
Alike, when lis musical waters are flowing,
The shell from the seaside, the chalice O
gold
The twins OF the Tyre to her voices had Ii
tened;
Both laid their best gifts upon Liberty
shrine;
For Scotias loved minstrel the bolly-wreatl
glistened;
For Erin the rose and the myrtle entwnt
And While the fresh blossoms Of summer ar
braided
For the sea-girdled. stream-silvered, lake
ieweled isle,
While her mantle of verdure is woven unfaded
While shannon and Liffey shall dimple ant
smile,
The land where the stan Of Saint Patrick wa
planted
Where the shamrock grows -rer, rom IN
ellis to the shore,
Where the madeas are fair and The men ar
undaunted,
Iall wreathe her bright harp with the gar
lands of Moore