Waterbury Democrat., 1901-03-19

IO1SeSSOT- M. NJ. - lJOllONdu, CAASASAsfssS .'Shamrocks From Over the Sea" It is of fine composition and is as follows: Shamrock from Ireland, by ship and
 by rail, Labled with verse by some song-loying
 Gael, Token of hearts wish and love of Old
 Sod, .Plucked by our saint as the emblem
 of God. Wet grow our eyes as we open the
 seal, Loudly our hearts beat the joy which
 we feel Joy, with q feeling of longing, half
 pain, Fondly we kiss it again and again. Shamrock from home, in the first peep
 of spring, How could you guess all the magic
 you bring? Distance and time are a dream at the
 sight, Back are rapt to old Ireland tonight. There's the old home, with it's rickS
 and it's Tyre; Blue rolls the smoke of the furZe-
 scented fire; "Iccu are lHc ACluS
 where we roam, Caed mile failthe, dear shamrock
 from home. Shamrock from Ireland, still moist in
 my hand, Washed by the tears of a soft-hearted
 land Tears from those mildest and gentlest
 of skies, Mingled with tear-drops from bright
 Irish eyes; Silent, yet loudly, it shouts to the Gael Exiled: Remember that old i1ran-
 uaile, Fettered and gagged by the cruel and
 strong, Ages has wept for oppression and
 wrong.'' Shamrock from Ireland, sent far OCT
 the deep, Telling of mounds where our fore
 fathers sleep; Soundly they slumber, by abbey and Heedless for aye of the sunshine and Famines grim spectre can haunt them
 no more, Loud though the rent-man should
 knock at their door; They could not hear him, for under
 the stone Each in his dark little house, lies
 alone. Shamrock from Ireland, sent far to
 the west. Plucked from theg raves where the
 saints are at rest. Tell to us, born in the land of the free What the chief glory of Erin may be. True as the pole to the gleaming
 North star. Needing not martyrdom, famine and
 war; Chained by the tyrant. or free as the
 air, Down through the ages she said the
 same prayer. Taught her by Patrick, on Taras green
 hill, Changeless. unchanging. that prayer
 she says still. Oh, that you knew what she suffered
 to hold Fast to the motto, "One Shepherd, one
 fold.'' If any nation for faith be oppressed, Satan can never new measures sug-
 gest: Now he has freedom to tend to his
 fires, All of his plans have been tried on
 your sires. .Trinity's emblem to old Granuaile. Shamrock of Erin and Patrick, all
 hail, Long be your message the joy of the
 Gael Perish our planet before we shall fail Here in the land of the free to pro- claim name:
 shame! Shame on the Celt who would sell them for fame! Shamrock from Ireland, still green as can be, What is the message you bring OCT the sea? 'I come to tell you, o exile asthorc Erin still fights the good fight, as of Gag-law and peeler and red-suited squad, These she must bear, but she cries out to God: Father, o, Father, the Queen of the Sea Begs and fimplores Thee that she may be free.'" Dr Kilmartin responded to the toast "Erin's Contribution to Medicine" as follows To speak fully and intelligently of the work accomplished by Ireland's sons and their descendants in the med ! ical profession ill this country would | require more extensive research into | history than q limited time will per init of. While the representatives of | that beloved isle were gaining q foot hold in the world of trade. while her sons were slowly but surely making | for themselves more prominent posi- | tions of honor in the legal profession. while she was constantly contributing 1 her best material to the marts of com merce and the halls of legislators there was deyelODinp amonr hor nao-