The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1879-06-26
HOLINESS POEM ON MOORE.


HOLINESS POEM ON MOORE.
fRcad at the Moore Centennial Banquet in Boston
May 27.l
Enchanter of Erin, whose magic has bound
Thy wand for one moment we fondly would
claim,
Unframed while it summons the phantoms
around US,
That blush into life at the sound of thy
name.
The tell-tales of memory wake from their
near the old song with its tender refrain
What passion lies hid in those honey-voiced
numbers!
What perfume of youth in each exquisite
strain.
The home of my childhood comes back as a
Harkl Hank! A soft chord from its song
haunted room
IT'S a morning of May, when the air is Elys-
The syringa in bud and the lilac in bloom
We are clustered around the Clement" pi-
There were six of us then-there are two OF
us now
She is singing-the girl with the silver So
How The Lord of the Valley" was false to
his VOW
Let Erin Remember" the echoes are call
Through "The Vale of Avoca" the waters
are rolled
"The Exile laments while the night dews
"The morning of Life" dawns again as O,
old.
But ali those warm love songs of fresh ado
Around us such raptures celestial they
flung
That 1t seemed as If Paradise breathed its
quintessence
Through the seraph toned lips of the
maiden that sung!
Long hushed are the chords that my boyhood
enchanted
As when the smooth wave by the angel was
stirred,
Yet still with their music is memory haunted
And Oft IN my dreams are their melodies
heard.
1 feel like the priest to his altar returning
The crowd that was kneeling no longer is
The flame has died down. but the brands are
still burning,
And sandal and cinnamon still sweeten the
air.
The veil for her bridal young Summer is
weaving
In her azure domed hall with its tapestried
floor,
And Spring the last tear drops of May dew is
leaving
On the daisy of Burns and shamrock of
Moore. VI
How like, how unlike, as we view them to-
gether,
The song of the minstrels whose record we
Scan-- "
One fresh as the breeze blowing over the
heather
One sweet IS the breath from an odalisoua,s
fan!
Ah' passion ASST! can glow mid a. palaces SPLEEN
The cage does not alter the song of the
And the curtain of silk has known whispers
as tender
As ever the blossoming hawthorn has
heard. mao
NO fear lest the step of the soft -slippered
should afr fright e. the young Loves from their
FOR the heart of a queen, under Jewels and
Beats time with the pulse in the peasant.
Thrice welcome each gift of kind Natura,s
Her fountain heeds little the goblet we
hold; WIZ so'i0' VIC
AIke, when its musical waters are flowing.
gold. o 'N"i'0 VI
ed 00' Ia" iie'e II
both laid their best gifts on Liberty's
Tor Colia's loved minstrel the holly-wreatb
glistened; A0'h
For Erin's the rose and the myrtle entwine
AND while the fresh blossoms of summer are
braided ~io
FOR the sea -girdled, stream silvered. lake
1eweled isle, 0N' A'A'
"hlle her mantle of verdure is woven nm
faded, WYNN uh-
While Shannon and Liffey shall dimple and
smile, -- VII pio anu
planted " oA "aS
mere ere the shamrock grows green from the
w, cnf to the Shore '-e
"hele tne ma1dens are fair and the men are
undaunted A "io
'hal a wreathe her bright harp with the gar