Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-03-19
FATHER FOLEY TALKS
ON TRIUMPHSOFRACE
II Lecture on St. Patrick, He Eulogizes
Characteristics of Erin's Son.

abomination Of divorce laws, their va
| lor on the battlef1elds of Europe and
America and interspersed his argu-
ments with quotations from Protestant
| and Catholic authors and recited some
| beautiful poems in q way that unmis-
| takably emphasized the truth of his
assertions. "Fontenoy," and Phil
Sheridan's Ride" figured in his lecture
and if beautiful and stirring poetry
can be used to advantage. then is
Father Foley to be complimented on
the selections of last evening. When
| speaking Of the soil Of Ireland, he de-
clared It capable Of supporting five
times its present population. IF we
look to her fields" he said they are
covered with bread, to her harbors,
| they are safe and spacious: to her riv-
| ers, they are deep and navigable; to
her mines they are treasures OF
wealth. With her position on the face
Of the globe, she seems to be intended
by the God Of nature as the emporium
of wealth and commerce"
That the Irish were capable of self
government was demonstrated by the
course Of the Irish parliament of 1882,
which at once inaugurated a system OF
| legislation calculated to foster and en-
courage manufactures, the establish
| nent of factories, mills, workshops, the
development of the fisheries and the
promotion of commerce, both foreign
and domestic.
Rev. Father Foley then called atten-
ton to the labors of the Irish members
they were men whom neither screams,
Kisses nor threats could shape. He
compared them to the Spartan host at
| Thermople, but with this exception
| that the Spartons fought on their own
soil while the small band Of Irish mem
| bers commended on the enemy's soil de-
| handing that the doors of civil liberty
| be opened to the Irish people, and in
| the grand day of Ireland's legislative
| freedom, for come it must. the green
| flag of Erin and the stars and stripes
of America will mingle their folds in
the sunshine of Tara hall and Ireland's
harp shall tell the story Of American
aid and love and sympathy in 1reland's
struggle for light and liberty. The adj
Dress which took one hour and thirty
minutes for delivery was concluded
with beautiful poem entitled "Unron
Erin's Flag; Fling It's Folds to the
| Breezes; Let 1t Float Over the Land;
Let it Flash Ger the Seas
Lift up the Green flag; Oh, it wants to
| go home
Full long has its lot been to wander
and roam.
1t has followed the fate of its sons
DER the world,
But its folds like their hopes are not
| faded or furled,
Like weary winged bird to the east
and the west
It has fitted and fled, but 1t never
shall rest
Till pluning it's pinions it sweeps o'eI
the main
And speeds to the shores of it's old
4 home again.
Where its fetterless folds DER each
mountain and plain
Shall wave with a glory that never
(. shall wane.
Take it UP! Take it up! Bear it back
II from afar!
That banner must blaze mid the light
nings Of war;
Lay your hands on it's folds. lift your
i gaze to the sky,
And swear that you'll bear it triumph
ant or die,
And shout to the clans scattered far
| o'er the earth
| To join in the march to the land Of
their birth,
And wherever the exiles, meath heav-
i ems broad dome.
Have been fated to suffer, to sorrow
i and roam,
They'll bound on the sea, and away to
the foam,
j They'll sail to the music of "Home
i Sweet Home"