The Irish standard., 1890-11-22
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THE Fri sTs OF IR ELAEDs
ny It,HN noYLR O,REILLY'

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ny IOHN noyLE o'ItElLLY
hour was late:
VOW have stood with folled arms until 'twas
asked--Why do they walt
by the fever aud the famine yon have aeon your
tiocku grow thin,
your ailence Was A ain.
You have looked with fearless eyes ON AooA Of
exile laden ships.
And the hands that stretched toward ireland
brought no trelnor tn yolr lips:
In tho sacred oanse oi freedom you have soen
your people band,
And they locked to you for sympathy: yon
mover stirtod Y hand;
But you slood upon the altar. with their blood
within your veins,
And you bade the pale-faoed people to DO patient
In their chains!
All, You told then,-~lt was cruel --but you said
they were not true
To the holy fnitn OF Patrick. u they wore not
ruled by you
Yes, you t1ld llum from the altar they, the
vanguard OF the thltI,~
With your eyes lhe flint against theu- that
thor banding was u death
Was death to aonletn.Ig holy; till the heutt-
wrung people cried
That their priests had turned against thonl--.hat
they hlld NO n, ore II guide
That tho ieugliHh gold had bought y0a-yes they
said it~-bnt they llcdl
Yes, they lied, they sinned, not knowing you
they had not gagged your love:
Heayon bless you, pricais of Ireland, Tor tho
wisdom from above.
For tho strength that made YOU, loving them.
crueh back Tho tears that rose
When your country heart was auiy' ring Meath
tho statesman'a mntod blowa;
You saw clearer FUR than tney did. and You
grievoti for lreIand'b pain;
But you did not rouse tho pcopio and yonr
silence was their gain;
For too often has the peasant dared to dash hie
naked arm
'GaInst tho sabre OF the soldier: but you shielded
him from harm,
And your face was act against him though
your heart was with his hand
When 1t tlung aside tho plough to snatch pike
for fatherlandl
o. God beHs you, Priests Of Irelnndl You were
waiting with " will,
You were waiting win u purpose when you
bado your nOcks be still
And you preuchUd from or your nltars not alone
tho Word sublime.
i'ut your silence prcnched to Iriahnen-~' i.o
patient: Dido your timer
Aud they heard You, md obcyod, Us we'll as
outraged men could dos;
unly some, who loved poor ireland, but who
erred in doubling you,
noublinw you. who could not tell them why YOU
apnkG tho htIango beheHt-
You, who Jaw tho dizzy was coming when tho
moral atrnnstl was beat
You, whono hearts wore sore with look lug on
your countryn quick DECAY
You whose chapel seats We're empty and your
people He'd away
You.lwho marked amid tho fields VIII GRO once
tho pcusnnt's cabin stood
You, who saw your Eith and kindred swell the
end r.ltOn hood
You, the so3garth IN tho famine, nnd tho holpor
la the frost
You, whore shadow wna a sunshine when n|l
other nope waa lost
Yrs, they aoilutod land You knew It. but you
never H9ld word;
DNly preached "Isu stu: be patient" and,
thank ,iod, your voice was henId
i ow. tho day foresoon IL b'oahln has dawn
oil upon tho lana,
Aud tho prlcbls stu preach In Ireland: do they
bid their tlooks disbundp
DO they tell them still to suffer and bo silonl1
No! their words
Flash from Dublin Buy to Connaught. brighter
than the glonm OF bwordsl
Fueh from Donegal 10 Kerry, ind from Wator-
ford To Gllrc,
Aud the nattonhood awusing THRILLS the sorrow.
laden mir.
VOL they Judged thoir tlme-~they waited Til
tho bur wac glowing white,
Then tney swung it on the anvil, slrlking down
with carucat might,
And tho burninE spurks that souttor losc no
lustre on their way
Ill five million hearts in ireland and ton
millionb tar away
Foel tho first good blow, and answer; and ttley
will not rost With ono,
Now tho first ID struck, tho anvil shows tho labor
we'll begun:
swing them In with I,,sty sinow and tho work
viii soon be dono!
Lot them sound from horny CashoI; Kerry,
Meath; and Rosa stands forth
Lot thom ring from Coyne and Tuam and tho
priMAle Of tho North;
tulislnunto word;
Lot tho blessed sound Of unity from North to
South eo hoard;
Carve tho words: mo creed distinotions' on
O'Uoni,ells granite tomb.
And hts dust will tool their moaning and re-
klndle III tho gloom.
PrIebt 10 priest. 10 sound tho aulnmona. and tho
Answer, man to man:
With the peoplo round TO standard, aud tho
prolates In tho vun;
Let the heart Of lroland's hoping keep this
golden rule OF Uloync
TIL tho Orange fades from Derry and tho
shadow from tho ltoyn0.
Lot tho words be carried outward TIL tho fartheet
lands they reach:
AFTER Christ. their conntry'e freedom 40 tho
Irish prcntes preach!
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CARLOW.
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