The Newtown bee., 1905-12-08
THE HOME CIRCLE.
WILL MY SOUL PASS THROUGH
IRELAND?

WROTE THE FIRST THREE sTANZAS
OFTHIs PIECEOF PATHOs AND JUNIOR.
THE NAME OF THE WRITER OF THE
OTHERS, 50 DIFFERENT IN CHARAC-
TER, Is NOT GIVEN.
The names of the writers Of the
other stanzaS should be printed in
letters of gold and brought to the at
tentiOn of all lriShmen and their deS-
cendents throughout the world. The
distinction of counties and provinces,
and the religious animOsities which
exist, have been the bane OF ireland s
prosperity and advancement both in
civil and religious liberty, The Eng
lish government has handled the sub
ject very we'll, especially the religious
county and religious anim0sities out of
sight, Home Rule for Ireland will
never be rea lied. notice aps appeal
from an Orange society to their
countrymen to Join them in attaining
Home Rule. Let the people Of Ireland
heed the appealed Irishmen and men
of Irish descent in this country respond
to the appeal, letting them know in
no uncertain language that their ap-
peal is needed, that religious animosi-
ties and pride of counties and provinces
will be put aside, that all will unite as
one man in fighting for Home Rule for
Ireland. Nothing in the power of the
English government could defeat the
demand. The Irish people would be
backed by the public sentiment OF all
the nations of the earth. They could
then say with pride: I'd never let on
to the angels in crossing that we know
q distinction in counties at all. They
would gain what they need-the sup
port and respect of every liberal
minded man in America.-[L. J. Gala
han, National Hibernian, July15, 1905.
20 soggarth aroon! sureI know life is fieeting!
Soon soon In the strange earth my poor
1have said NV NV last prayer and received my
And il the Lords willing I'm ready to die.
But soggarth aroop, can 1 never see
The valleys and hills Of my dear native
When my soul takes its flight from this dark
world OF sorrow.
blest band?
80 soggarth aroon! sure know that in heav-
The loved ones are waiting and watching
And the Lord knows how anxious am to be
with them
In those regions Of joy, mid souls pure and
Yet, soegarth, pray ere you leave me for
Relieve the last doubt of a poor dying soul,
Whose hope. next to God, is to know that
when leaving
to Its goal
The thrice blessed shamrock to lay DER my
And oh! it has minded me often and often
OF that bright smiling valley so far. far
Then tell me. pray you, will l ever again
The place where it grew on my own native
When my body lies cold in the land of
viii my soul pass through Erin on It's way
"Arrah! bless you my child sure 1 thought
You wanted to go to tho moment YOU died !;
And such is the ace on the Ticket ~ I'm giving
Your soul shall be free as the wind DER the
And m land you at Cork on the banks Of
the Lee:
And two little angels RI give you like fairies
To guide you all right over mountain and
"Arrah. so~garth aroon! can't you do any
know tn t my feelings may peril your
But II YOU allow me voice in the matter.
won't make Il landing at any such place.
The spot that l long for is sweet County
Among 1asf L; fair ople was born and bred
The Go,kies 1 never much fancied while
And i don't want to visit them after I'm
dead.
Let m fly to the hills where my soul can make
In tn North. where the shamrock more
plentiful grows
In the counties OF Cavan, FermanaRh and
I'll iinger till called to better repose.
And the angels YOU give me will find 1t In.
To visit The shrlnes in the Island Of Saints
II they bring from st Patrick "a small bit Of
They'll never have reason for any com
"A soul, my dear child, that has pinions upor
Need not be confined to a province so small
In less than i,Ty you're over it all.
Then visit sweet Cork where your soggartf
was Orn;
No doubt many new things have come int
But one thing you'll find that both night, moo,
AS ior centuries back, there's no change il
the brogue,"
Good mother assist me in this my last hour
And, soggarth aroon, lay your hand on N.
head;
Sure, YOU re soggarth for all, and for all 20,
And / AXE it for penance for what 1 hav
said.
And now, since you tell me through Irelant
I'm passing.
And finding the pl ace so remarkably small
IN never let on to the angels In crossing
That we know distinction in counties IL
ALL"
THANKSGIVING DAY.