Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1880-06-23

lords own their labor;
Their morigaged lives have been forcclosed
to- u, their English neighbor!
Their rulers, oh are noble See yonder mine
ing earl
The sire went to IrClanda thoving English
churl;
lie pulled from ont tho shadows the Ling's
ships cntang,cd h"kcs.-
His sovereign dubbed him on the shore the
frs, Of Irish dukes
Behold tho lovely vista within yon Irish
dalei
The rosy dawn is blushing behind her hazy
veil;
The brookct prattle' on the swad. the lin
nets early notes
Aic answered from the foliage by countless
tuneful throats;
The zcphyrs tease the tasscls Of the nodding,
drowsy grain
That soon will be awakened to be tossed into
the vain -
Now DER the luscious landscape the suns
broad rays are broke,
And from the cottage chimneys ascends the
CHEEKY smoke!
The morning mist has disappeared the vision
is sill clearer
What terror stricken band is that whose feet
are hurrying nearer;
God Of justice God Of mercy! They arc
weeping, they are shrieking!
There is frenzy on their faces and some with
wounds are rocking!
The bailif horde behind them in cruel fury
comes,
For the smoke we saw ascending was the
burning of their homes!
So this is Irish famine, and this isEnglish
And this the saddest sight on earth that sor-
row ever saw!
Natares heart is touched with pity, Natures
eyes with tears ale filed;
While the people die OF hunger in the fields
that they have titled!
From the pastures low the cattle: "For the
stranger is our Aesh;"
Means the wind unto the harvest: "For the
stranger you must thresh;"
And the sheep bleat sadly seward from
the gorges in the rocks;
"The stranger wears our wool, and the
strang ger eats our flocks;"
And the horses paw in fury, as they neigh
from out the manger:
ooh, VIC would fight for Ireland-but our
backs are for the Stranger"
In this land of homeless outcasts limps a
cripple whose deep scars
Tell Of service as soldier, perhaps in for
egn wars;
An arm is gone, he totters in youth his hair
is white;
Is it hunger m axes you tremble who shrank
not in the fight!
The coat he wears is tattcred-why, the col.
or! Yes, It's blue
Were you ever in America Pale friend, oh
tell me true
The ashen lips grow livid, tho face becomes
| less wall
/
with Sheridan!
"Before the.war was over, here my aged ia
| Their died
The only daughter, fair and young, lies bur.
led at his side;
The dear old mother: lingered still-to shell
ter her from harm
1 came across the water and wo rked the lit
tie farm;
Twas taken from us yesterday "And
she!" "She died last night
Ofhunger, hunger-oh great God that son
should see such sight!
In battle ne'er trembled-in the whirr Of
shot and shell
| rushed with demon rec klessness within
the living hell
To-day 1 shake with palsy, unnamed by
hangers pangs;
feel about my breaking heart a Shiny crea
lures fangs;
And all are gone who loved me, the last one
Of my kin;
Patrick drove the serpents out to lot the
English reptiles in
Tell my comrades in America who wore the
royal blue
That Ireland was the staunchest of all thu
friends they knew;
Her heart was theirs, her strength was theirs,
o, she was proud to fight
To make liberty and manhood the same fol
black and white
On every field your standard won, lri'f
blood like water ran;
Remember Shields and Meaghsr, remember
Mulligan!
gave my arm to strike tho chain from OF
your black slaves hand