 | The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves |  |
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THE FLIGHT OF THE EARLS
To other shores across the sea
We speed with swelling sail;
Yet still there lingers on our lee
A phantom Innisfail.
Oh, fear not, fear not, gentle ghost,
Your sons shall turn untrue!
Though fain to fly your lovely coast,
They leave their hearts with you.
We speed with swelling sail;
Yet still there lingers on our lee
A phantom Innisfail.
Oh, fear not, fear not, gentle ghost,
Your sons shall turn untrue!
Though fain to fly your lovely coast,
They leave their hearts with you.
As slowly into distance dim
Your shadow sinks and dies,
So o'er the ocean's utmost rim
Another realm shall rise;
New hills shall swell, new vales expand,
New rivers winding flow,
But could we for a foster land
Your mother love forego?
Your shadow sinks and dies,
So o'er the ocean's utmost rim
Another realm shall rise;
New hills shall swell, new vales expand,
New rivers winding flow,
But could we for a foster land
Your mother love forego?
Shall mighty Espan's martial praise
Our patriot pulses still,
And o'er your memory's fervent rays
For ever cast a chill?
Oh no! we live for your relief,
Till, home from alien earth,
We share the smile that gilds your grief,
The tear that gems your mirth.
Our patriot pulses still,
And o'er your memory's fervent rays
For ever cast a chill?
Oh no! we live for your relief,
Till, home from alien earth,
We share the smile that gilds your grief,
The tear that gems your mirth.
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