The Irish standard., 1895-08-03


|sa |sa nm NY Soul Pass Through Ireiansi7'
{The first three stanzas of the following
sSss6eRutiful poem were written a number OF
sssssYSea1Y ago by Denis O'Sul1Ivan, OF New
ssSSY Fork The other stanzas attached, which
III fOrm a dialogue between the priest ianH z
II the old woman who is dying, are 50 1lll
Is sssqft harmless w.t. and are In no way IN
Ssa Ssa sten4edNto be 4profane or disrespectfu 20
the holy ministry Of the priesthood on
thu contrary, they contain moral Inai
VII. &c perceived by the tnousn'iul
800 soggarth aroon. sure I know life IS
NJ " deeting; 81 # a#ss NJ. 55ss ggt
y Soon. soon ia the strange earth my poor
n fFs s bones will lie; .Ss !,
N \ have said my last prayer and recefVed
my last blessing,
n And Sc the Lords willing, I'm ready to
@ Ba45& die
Eut, soggarth aroon, can never again
- Ssff see %
s The valleys and hills Of my dear ma
S4aii33ss tive land?
When my soul takes its flight from this
dark world Of sorrow,
a@ VIII It pass through old Ireland to join
i5s $sS the blest band NJ
70 soggarth aroon! sure know that IN
4 heaven
ts,rhe loved ones are waiting and watch
ing for me,
ss And the Lord knows how anxious am 70
be with them,
In those realms Of Joy, mid souls pure
! Yet. soggarth, pray, 'ere you leave me
Relieve the last doubt of poor dying
soul, 2,
whose hope next to God. is to know that
4 when leaving
.tEssT Twill pass through old lrelano on 1Ae
$8s d ast way to its goal.
20 soggarth aroon! have kept tnropeh
all changes
: The thrice blessed shamrock to lay DER
And oh! Il has minded me, often and
OF that bright smiling valley so far,
/, far away.
Then tell me, pray you, Will ever agalh
The place where it grew on my own ma
when INV body lies cold in the land of
the stranger,
VIII my soul pass through Erin on its
way to our God?'
sArrah, bless you, my child! sure
thought it was heaven
You wanted to go to the moment you
., died;
And such Is the place on the ticket I'm
But a a coupon for Ireland Til stick to It's
' side.
Your soul shall be free as the wind Ger
the prairies,
And I'll land you at Cork, on the banks
And two %, little tILt AN angels I'll give you, like
10 guide you all right over mountain
i5 and lea" 's
s.Arrah, soggarth aroon! can't you DO any
> better? ...e 4s
j know that my feelings may peril your
1,,+ r. vou allowed me a voice in the mat
/ won't make a landing at any such
The spot that long for is sweet County
Derry;
Among It's fair people was born and
w bred; -,
al rrhe corkies never much fancied while
And.I don't want to visit them after I'm
dead.
..yet me hy to the hills, where my soul
can make merry,
In the North, where the shamrock llloie
plentiful grows -
In the Counties of Cavan, fermahasn'
and Derry
I'll linger tili called to q better repose.
And the angels you give me VIII hho ~
inviting
TO visit the shrines In the Island OF
ytthey bring from st. Patrick g. small bit
Of writing,
They'll never have reason Tor any com
plants"
"a soul my dear child. that has pinions
upon 1t, se@
Need not be confined In a province so
small;
Through Ulster and munster anu Leitis- Leiti
ter and Connaught, "
In less than a. fifty you're over II ali.
'--hpn visit sweet Cork, where your sog-
+a$,+s garth was born;
No doubt many new things have come
fs,,., into vogue e =, -.
r,nt one thing youn f1nd-that both
r e'e night. noon and morn, %ts
as for centuries back, there's no change
sg,s In the brogue." T.
ac;ood mother, assist me In this my last
m hour: Y, g.
And. eoggarth aroon, lay your hand on
+ H my head;
cure, you're soggarth for all. and for all
you have power,
q Il Ani I take it for penance for what 4
AZ have said.
: Ana NOW. since you tell me through Ire
q land I'm passing,
4 And finding the place SO remarkably
R8.NS n +. small .srl44 ~ a.E
u m, never let on to the angels In crossing
That we know, a distinction In counties
..is'f at ALL
4 Without Him.
.ro i've the sorrow down and try to be !.
js, n Familiar with the strange new sense OF
,ss. S& light;
/, To learn once more to laugh, ana even wen
see :.4
3fs Some half-drawn .plans-nor culver at
Sf5a the sight:
!, n, envy little children In the lanes
& IL. Their fathers hands-the wealfh OF
8 s% love bestowd;
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