The Irish standard., 1901-03-02
NEWS FROM IRELAND

NEWS FROM IRELAND
Save Them! Keep Them!
The time will soon be with us when
they'll seek the far-off west
The peerless youth of Erin flying from
their island blest;
Flocking DER the trackless ocean, seek
mig wealth beyond the foam,
Leaving Natures choicest blessings in
their own dear land at home.
A tabled treasure calls them, and it
lures them ever on,
Soon we'll gaze around in wonder and
- We'll find they all are gone;
TITS the cause of Erin's thraldom, tits
the root of all her woe
Can we save them, can we keep them,
shall we let our loved ones go?
oh, We holy priests of Ireland! shall
they flee before your gaze,
While around deserted homesteads
Heavens brightest sunlight plays?
Shall your churches be deserted? Shall
the valleys and the hills
Only echo back the babbling of the
noisy ripping rills?
They will harken to your counsel when
all other pleadings fail
Give it now, We holy soggarths-save
the children of the Gael
From themselves-and from the dan
gers that await them far away,
Where they fly from holy Ireland,
youth and maiden, day by day.
- Chosen statesmen of the people, raise
your pleading voices now,
If you wish to see the shadows chased
away from Erin's brow,
If you'd wish to see her glorious, great
triumphant, free and grand
Keep her youths and bonny maidens
in their own beloved land;
Stop the life-blood ever flowing from
her sorely-tortured breast
Or forever see her Shackled, ever tram
!. pied and oppressed;
When the life within her bosom has
been waited DER the sea
Can she ever hope to rank among the
nations that are free?
Pour your strains, We Irish minstrels,
sweet as fairies grooming song,
Tell of Erin's bye-gone glory, tell Of
Rapine and of Wrong,
Tell of homes and affairs burned by a
ruthless tyrant band
Rouse our youth to make an effort for
the freedom of their land;
Bid them learn tits not in exile, but
mid 'circling hills Of green
They can ever hope to make her proud
and free as she has been
To place once more upon her brow, as
in the days of yore,
The glorious crown Of Freedom which
she then so proudly wore.
Youth of Ireland! do you love her?
would We wish to see her free?
Would We wish to have the Green Flag
raised on high from sea to sea?
All, tits not when We are toiling meath
a foreign masters frown
That you'll burst the chains of thral-
dom that are holding Erin down!
What of all your tabled treasures when
your heads are white as snow
When INTENDED, save by strangers, in
to foreign graves you go?
Would We not give all the world, If in
sacred Irish clay
Ye might find a holy resting place in
Ireland's breast for aye?
Ireland's hope is in her children-'tis
in We her heart is set,
And she knows that We will raise her
from the dust of bondage yet;
She has seen the fettered nations of the
world breaking free
Shall they all be grand and glorious,
all triumphant-onlys she?
No, believe no tempting voices-stay at
home and face the foe,
And ere long you'll see her shining just
as bright as long ago;
Freedoms light shall CLEAN resplend-
ent DER the green land of your
birth,
And she'll take her rightful station
mong the nations of the earth,
Bernard Higgins, in est Patrick's. +"