San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1894-03-13
land II, indeed. by Frances power

And II, indeed. by Frances power
My country tad been free,
And France had then have dared to try
Our masters for to be.
Ia have fought them. as the British,
! With all the power | bore.
And my dead body cold had lain
Before the strife was DER"
The Irish fought for freedom then.
! Not for change of master,
And slavery OF any kind
| Would ha as great disaster
| We want Ireland for the Irish.
We want ourselves to rule,
| And thus we ScOrn foreign yoke
Or to be a foreign tool.
The judge, indeed. was ruhled much
At truths that Emmet yOld,
And frequent inJerrup ted him,
With language OF a SCOld
But death could not appal him.
Nor power intimidate,
And he kept onward with his speech
Continued facts to state.
At length he closed, that famous speech.
Came to its grander end
That's craven In all Irish hearts,
And pathos strangely blend.
There was then no vanish boasting,
No seeking after fame,
But an honest yindicaLion
TO save an honored name.
And in the solemn silence there,
OF that cold, bleak court room,
With death hanging DER his head,
In all its dismal gloom,
He Simply asked for silence,
TIL other men and times,
Could fifty gauge his motives true,
Mid Freedoms happy chimes.
LET no man dare" he proudly said,
MY epitaph to write,
Until my country dear Is free,
And stands nation bright.
Then, then alone can justice true,
To my good name be done"
He ceased, and in that speech he had
A patriots record won.
And deaths fell sentence then was
passed,
And carried out next day;
10 ignomy they killed him there
His soul then passed away,
Passed to the Goo he loved so well,
Without regret or sigh,
And left the world mem'ry dear,
That ne'er on earth can die.
And so he died, aged twenty four,
But troubles much he passed,
He lived alone for Ireland dear,
And for her died at last.
What grander tribute can men pay
That own that love sincere,
What better homage can he have
Then Beauty's grateful tear.
Autocracy may hold full sway
And kill the life OF man,
But heroes such as these ne'er die,
Nor fail meath scandals ban.
For such as these must ever live
In all their splendid glory:
For they are in the nations heart.
And in its songs and story.
Alas indeed the fatal blow
That caused young Emmet's slaughter.
CIOuded the life of her he loved -
Great Curr8n'S lovely daughter.
It's true she lived for many years,
And 10 life bore her part,
But lived martyr to her love
And died OF broken heart.
And long great Emmett has been dead,
But In Ireland and right here,
Wherever IriShmen are found,
They hOld his memry dear;
For lriShmen are grateful e'er,
Respect their own true great,
And men who die for lrelands cause
They ever Venerate.
And thus tonight we celebrate
Our Emmet'S birthday dear,
As we have done and Oft will do
In many u coming year.
And as we sing the songs of home,
Or hear his great speech read,
We bow our heads and thank our God
For mem'ry of the dead.
The eptaph on Emmet's tomb,
Has never yet been writ
But one day Ireland will awake
And proudly see TO it,
For she will then be surely free.
Just as she was Of old,
And EmmetS epitaph shall shine
In letters bright of gold.