Aye bitter hate or cold neglect, Is all we've found, or can expect, No friend, beyond our own green shore, Yet stronger is her trust, therefore, Remember, when our lot was worse Sunk, trampled to the dust'Twas long our weakness and our curse In stranger aid to trust. And if, at length, we proudly trod On bigot laws o'erthrown, Who won that struggle? Under God, Ourselves OURSELVES ALONE. Oh let its memory be enshrined If ills at others' hand ye bear, The foolish word 'impossible' Nor flinch in word or tone- THE OLD STORY Old as the universe, yet not outworn.'-The Island. He came across the meadow-pass, That summer eve of eves; The sunlight streamed along the grass And glanced amid the leaves; And from the garden trees, The garden-gate was swung apart-— He leaned upon the garden-gate; He looked, and scarce he breathed; With woodbine overwreathed; And ever to her lips arcse Sweet fragments faintly sung, But ever, ere the notes could close, She hushed them on her tongue. 'Why should I ever leave this spot, A moment from that bursting thought One sudden lifted glance-but one, So gently was their greeting done That who would guess their heart? Long, long the sun had sunken down, K Had died away to lines of brown, The grasshopper was chirping shrill- That gurgled underground- The stars, like pallid gems at first, Now forth upon the darkness burst, Nor lovelier e'er was Hesper's beam, Nor more majestic Jove. But what if hearts there beat that night That recked not of the skies, Or only felt their imaged light In one another's eyes? And if two worlds of hidden thought And fostered passion met, Which, passing human language, sought And found an utterance yet; That droop across a stream, Which hath been since the world began, PROTESTANT ASCENDENCY 'A Protestant King, a Protestant House of Lords and Commons, a Protestant Hierarchy; the courts of Justice, the army, the navy, and the revenue, in all their branches and details, Protestant -and this system fortified and maintained by a connection with the Protestant State of Great Britain. The Protestants of Ireland will never relinquish their political position, which their fathers won with their swords, and which they, therefore, regard as their birthright.'-Letter of the Dublin Corporation, 1793. GREAT fabric of oppression By tyrant plunderers planned, So giant-vast, so iron-fast, That were not God's great fiat pass'd Black fortress of Ascendency, Beneath whose wasting sway A few unsightly fragments, The scoff and scorn of all, Long pierc'd and rent by freedom's power What shouts of angry men, Vain vain! go seek the charnel Where haughty Clare lies low; Tell him how ruin darkens o'er The cause he sav'd in flames and gore, Clan Beresford to gorge and prey, And acrid Saurin's heart of gall And serpent Castlereagh. And those dry bones shall hearken This isle once more, ere ye restore Vain vain! can ye roll backward From thrice three glowing millions drain Plant old derided fears? Get their strong limbs your yoke to bear, Your maddest madman would not dare The better lies before you, The noblest ever trod; To meet your brothers face to face, Make recreant statesmen tremble, And ingrate England quail, And win and wear the proudest share The worse-'tis yours to choose it— To see the gulf and, trembling, wait- Your brother's outstretched hand-- Whose teeth and fangs were drawn, Whose heart and will were murderous still. When means and strength were gone. |