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Show THE HIBERNIAN ORDER. (Read at the A. O. H. National convention con-vention banquet held In Mechanics' building, Boston, on' the evening of May 9, lfOO. I. From the ice plains of the northland to the balmy tropic States. From the mountains of New Hampshire to the sun kissed golden gates, From the city and the village, from the meadow and the sea. Come the chiefs of Erin's order to the cradle of the free; Not to trumpet forth the glory of the Ancient Order's fame. Not to crown with fulsome praises the undying Celtic name, Not to claim the starry banner as the price of service done, But to gather inspiration for the battles yet unwon. And the Bay State tenders greeting at its hospitable door, With the sweet caed miUe failthe (not in Boston's classic lore). And the people swell the chorus of the mightv welcome cry. Till from Bunker Hill to Dorchester it thunders to the sky. II Long years before the Star of God Columbus led o'er darkened seas. Lnn" PE'es ere this strand was trod By the immortal Genose; And ages long ere Freedom tore The starry garment of the sky, And flung it streaming round this shore, The sign of hope and triumph high. When Teuton, Norseman, Britain, Dane, Were groping in primeval night, j Their law and rule on land and main, A painted king and savage might, j The Order of Hibprnian Knights I The torch of truth and learning bore, And bravely guarded Erin's , rights. While sages penned the "Senches Mor." j And through the ages that have seen The dawn and noon of Christian day, Thev battled for their island green. I -And fondly kept the faith alway. i The brutal wrongs of foreign foe, The flame, the pitch cap and the sword, ! Could never force them to forego The creed and country they adored. i But ah. they fell on evil days, And they are scattered wide and far. They may not change their Irish ways, But freedom is their morning star. Thev fought and bled for every land. Their sun of glory never set, Columbia knows their trusty brand, And Saxon foes shall feel it yet. . HI. Proudly unrolling the flag of old Ireland, Ire-land, Loudly asserting its right to be free, Soon shn.ll we sweep to the shores of our ' sireland, Never to nart from its green-vested lea. God speed the happy day. Heaven smile upon our way. Homeward returning from exile and pain; Oh. may our swords be strong, Rending the might of wrong. Making our island a nation again! Long, ah, too long, have we toiled for the . "stranger. Hopeless pining through life's dreary day, Long have we stood in the forefront of danger. Keeping the foe of all nations at bay. Now for our native land. Draw we our gleaming brand. Never to sheathe it till cleft is her chain; Oh, may our swords be strong, Righting the ancient wrons:. Making our island a nation asain!! -o-o-o |