The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1879-06-19
THOMAS MOORE.

The following beautiful lyric p,em vas rem
6y oiivgr Wendell aolmss At the recent ceiebra
the birth of the poet Moore:
ENCHANrER OF Erin, whose magic has bound us
ihy wand for one moment We fOndly woult
Enhanced while it summons the phantom'
That blush INTO life at the sound of thy name
The tell tales of memory wake from their slum.
hear the old song with its tender refraiu-
What passion hes hid in those honey-voiced
numbers!
What perfume of youth in each exquisite
strain!
The home Of my childhood comes back as a Wis
Harki Hsrk! soft chord from its song
It's morning of May, when the air is Elysisn-
4ne syringa IN bud ana the lilac in bloom
Weare clustered around the Clement" piano
Ihere were ak OF us then-there are two of u,
She !. siux,ne-the girl with the silver soprano
dow The Lord of the Valley" was false t.
Let Erin remember" the echoes are calling
Through a." The Vale of AvOca' the waters are
THE Exile" laments while the nieht-dews ar,
1.-THE Morning of Life" dawns again as Of
But ali! those warm love-songs of fresh adde's.
AROUND us such raptures celestial they flung
That it seemed AS il Paradise breathed Its
Through II: 5. raph-toned lips of the maiden
Long hushed are the chords that my boyhood
As when the smooth wave by the angel wa.
Ye: still With their music is memory haunted.
And oft IN my dreams are their melodies
heard.
feel like the priest to his altar returning
The crowd that was kneeling no longer is
there.
The flame mas died down, but the brands are
still burning
And sandal and cinnamon sweeten the air.
The veil for her bridal young Summer is weav-
In her azure-domed hall with its tapestried
And Spring the last tear-drops of May-dew is
On the daisS of Burns and the shamrock of
How like. how unlike, as We view them together,
The song of the mlnstrels whose record we
One fresh as the breeze blowing over the heath
One sweet as the breath from an odalisque's
tan
All. passion can glow mid q palaces splendor;
The Cage does not after tue song OF the bird
And the curtain Of silk has known whispers as
tender
As ever the blossoming hawthorn has heard.
No fear, lest the step of the soft-slippered
Grdces
Should flight the young Loves from their
warm little nest,
For the heart of a Queen. under jewels and
laces
Beats time with the pulse in the peasant-girl's
breast!
Thrice welcome each gift of kind Natures be-
sowing.
Her fountain needs little the goblet we hold;
Alike. when its musical waters are flowing
The shell from the seaside. the chalice of gold.
The twins of the Tyre to her voices had listened:
Both laid their best gifts upon Libertys
shrine:
For Scotlas loved minstrel the holly-wreath
glistened:
For Erin $ the rose and the myrtle entwine.
And while the fresh blossoms of summer are
For the .ea-girdled, stream-silvered. lake-jew-
eled isle,
While her mantle of verdure is woven unfaded,
While Shannon and Llffey shall dlmple and
smile.
The land where the staff of Saint Patrick was
planted.
Where the shamrock grows green from the
cliffs to the shore.
Where the maidens are fair and the men are un-
daunted,
Shall Wr.athe her bright harp with the gar
lanus of Moore!