 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
OUTCAST ERIN.
Born in the purple, folded from the blast
That beats on labour in its iron mill,
To noble duties they alone can fill,
With grand traditions of a golden Past;
Erin's fair daughters shone, and at their will
Poured riches as if they would ever last,
Rank over them its shield of honour cast,
And Heaven and earth heaped blessings on them still.
That beats on labour in its iron mill,
To noble duties they alone can fill,
With grand traditions of a golden Past;
Erin's fair daughters shone, and at their will
Poured riches as if they would ever last,
Rank over them its shield of honour cast,
And Heaven and earth heaped blessings on them still.
Now hunted forth in want and shame they hide,
The dainty prey of factions' cruel ban,
To give a party government a plan;
Prest downward by the dark unsparing tide,
Called justice, which has thrust their rights aside,
They wait for death more merciful than man.
The dainty prey of factions' cruel ban,
To give a party government a plan;
Prest downward by the dark unsparing tide,
Called justice, which has thrust their rights aside,
They wait for death more merciful than man.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |