The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1897-10-30
NEWS FROM IRELAND.
Faction.

Thy love is the bane Of thy mother
Thy mother that sleeps with the dead;
That Ddes with the dead. tho her sor-
Still clothes her with desolate life.
Who sees the fair hopes Of each NOR
row.
Whose dawn gloSs with promises
rife,
Transmitted by thee into sorrow
In thy DEVILS alembic Of strife!
The hosts which have filld freedoms
highways
Brave hearts with hTgh purport
afire!-
Thou hast led into profitless byways,
And changed that high purport to ire;
Thou hast sown those rich hearts with
confusion,
Whose faith had made triumph COM
plete;
Thy voice. sowing hearts with confus-
ion.
AS voice of the tempter is sweet;
Then flashed in their eyes the illusion
or freedom, which died meath their
feet.
On the mountains Of Fian, Eenighted,
l slept by the crystalline springs.
And dreamt Of A NATION UNITED
Of L in
What the sibyl inscribed in her pages.
When time was a scroll to her sight,
Which. watchd for by martyrs and
sages.
Seem'd Quench'd in the vastness of
night.
The sun, which burnd black thro' the
ages.
Now blest the proud land with ies
light!
The lines by their 5rilliance proclaim
ing
The glory which waits upon kings
In that sunlight, stretched, flashing and
flaming.
A war dream from center to wings:
ABSURD, in their massive reliance.
They CHALLENGED the free-sweeping
plains,
To belch out their brazen defiance
Old blasts from the furnace of chains,
For they had drawn deeply from sci
ence
The power and the purport Of chains.
The legions Of liberty rested
Their front where the hills gan to
rise,
Then rose till the mountains were crest
With men, line of line. to the skies!
This bold coign Of vantage betraying
Each move on the plateaus below
With faith and their numbers out
Weighing
The thrice-armoured ranks of the
Left cunning to play to his playing.
And valour to deal blow for blow.
Now, trumpets submission demanded,
With grace as the tyrant should mete.
And red-mouthed cannon commanded
A nation In chains to his feet!
But these. and the rifles sharp rattle,
Inspir'd thoughts of vengeance. not
awe,
In legions aligned to do battle
'Gainst Saxon and Sassenagh law;
They sent back as wager OF battle,
The victor-crowned Irish "Hurrah."
That shout from the hills smote my
slumbers,
And shatter'd my fabric OF dreams;
woke to the Groom Of old numbers
The sibilant songs of the streams:
The militant pageant had faded.
Alas! but the dreamland remain d
A land. tho despised and degraded,
For freedom and freemen ordain'd;
It's beauty by faction o'ershaded.
Its temples by tyrants profan'd.
That dream of nation united
All faction uplifted in faith
A faith by Its Borrowing plighted
TO push on to triumph thro' death!
Those dream souls. the sheen of whose
splendor
Still brightens the hills and the
plains.
Shall yet be embodied and render
Full payment for insult and chains
Yea, pay. in the despots own tender.
While blooddrop unhonor'd remains.
Had princes and chiefs orlinated
Their valor with passion attaint.
The foeman. now proud and elated,
Had found but red graves in the land:
But they castled their anger IN fac
Till Conquest should knock at their
gates
Yea. feudal'd their powcss in factions
Till Conquest burst open their gates
And slew them in valorous factions
Who fought for their fractional
states!