The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1915-03-13
REPRESENTING THE SHAMROCK"
RV Mary Il MoWh0rfor

wear
Amid the glory of your hair,
Right in that nest Of cupid's there
This emblem of his sireland!
Fed by soft winds and heavenly dew,
Wept down from skies Of deepest blue
This little sprig of Shamrock grew
Near the very heart of Ireland!
You now have royal beaux, aroon,
Who flash around you late and soon,
Like stars around the summer moon
Outrivaled by your glory;
But in the days when you were young
And sleuth hounds on you traces hung,
And royal lovers gave them tongue,
Twas then a different story;
But in those dark and bloody days
Old Ireland rose beyond the says
And backed your throne-upsetting
ways
In face of rack and prison.
And gave you all she had, ashore,
Strong arms, true hearts, and love
galore,
And cheered you from her sea-beat
shore
Till all your stars had risen.
When you had sprung from wars
alarms,
Jack Barry took you in his arms,
And smiled to see your budding charms
On cold st. Patrick's morning.
He wrapped you in his flag and said,
when thrones are mouldered, en-
pires dead,
Amid the stars she'll hold her head,
Their petty kingdoms scorning!"
Montgomery was standing near,
When on your pleased and listening
ear
Rang Dragon Moylan's charging
cheer;'
While the Shamrock was adjoining
That curl-crowned head of thine,
Along the Continental Line,
That cheer was passed with nine times
nine,
On that St. Patrick'S morning.
You may forget those misty things,
Which time has shaded with his wings
And yet they are the living springs
OF all your fame and glory;
When Jackson fought at New Orleans
And by his side the Jasper Greens,
You were maiden In your teens,
And can't forget the story
Your olden foe had come, once more
To trail you as in days before;
You met him on the sounding shore
And dared the naughty foeman!
Then Jackson shook your banner fret
And swore, "By the Eternal, she
Shall hold her course on land and sea
Nor cringe nor stoop to no mani"
And in your fullest womanhood,
Sure, 1reland's sons about you stood,
And freely poured their warmest bloot
For you, their second mother;
Where'er along the battle tide,
One of your own boys fought and died
An 1rishman was by his side,
Like brother unto brother
Though sundered in the plodding mart
You cannot tell their graves apart,
Two in race, but one in heart
For God and godlike freedom!
Whenever the dread occasion comes,
And war should lower above YOU
homes,
Lo, at the rattle Of the drums,
They're ready when you need them!
Your cheeks like reddest roses blow
Your eyes with bright traditions glow
Your bosom, chaster than the snow
Can dare the worlds inspection;
In looks. in acts, in pride, in mien,
You seem like natures freeborr
queen
Darling, little bit Of green
Would suit your fine complexion;
BY tears believed, by martyrs blest,
Twas borne in many gallant crest
Twas worn on many queenly breast
And decked their raven tresses;
And he who to this emblem's true
Can never be false, Agra, to you,
Till the emerald fields wherein it grew
Are turned to wildernesses!
Just bend your regal head awhile!
No wonder. darling, that you smile.
A soldier of the rank and file
Has mighty awkward fingers
About a head Of 'wildering curls.
But faith as true as lord or earl's
And heart as gentle as girls:
Don't blame him II he fingers
About your wealth Of sunbright hair,
To place Old 1reland's shamrock there,
May blacklist sorrow be his share
Who would the twain discover!
Now raise your head to Ill mems view,
Columbia, while I drink to you.
1.-THE Green, the Red, the White, the
Blue
Forever and Forever!"