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Show ST. PATRICK'S DAY. To Thomas Francis Meagher.) A noble youth has climbed the rugged mountain That towers above Killarney s suver lakes. And wond'ring views below the crystal fountain, While song with echoes sweet the morn awakes. A snow white swan her trumpet nots wild ringing, Yet nearer comes, and fondly calls ner mate. Her level flight along still northward winging. To where, amid the reeds, her cynets wait. An eagle, from his rock nest, hoarsely screaming. Starts, circles high above the craggy heights. Then, downward sweeps like golden sun-iight sun-iight streaming Or failing star that trackless takes its flight. " " Tha eagle strikes, his victim's pain unheeding. un-heeding. , , . Nor long may she nis cruel bak witn-staiKJ, witn-staiKJ, But swerves and flaps her worn-out wings, then, bleedmff. Drops, slanting down upon the shining &and. The wounded thing, Hfo's flame yet feebly burning, So falls, and helpless lies upon the shore; The gloating bird, the swan's white breast upturning. As demon snrieks, and fills himself with gore. In pit' gazed the youth, then tearful sighing "My country, bird, of plumage white aa sitow: Beneath the tyrant's heel prostrate thon'rt lying." He said, '"Tis freedom full or naught but woe." . "My blood for thee I'd give, a glad libation. liba-tion. As thoe to serve with heart and brain-1 swear, Until thou takost thy place as an- honored! nation. Or I the prison dck shall treat, the chain shall wear." A prison ship swung darkly at heer mooring: moor-ing: The youth an exile, dwelt in forelsrni lands. And fell at last his fame is bronze enduring en-during 'Tis said by troachory'a foul and sor-pent sor-pent hand.-;. But whore Alisso-jri's Lurbid wT.ifrs moaning moan-ing Tt-e canyon foods and swoops the sounO. ins- idilri. His requifrn, in thunder notes, onioning. His dathles3 spirit, sons of Erin, caUs, "The land you liva In serve, disCnonor scorning. Oh, Irishmen, be freomen tmo and) brave; But by the green shamrock your breust adorning. I charge you, love the lsie beyond th wave. ' "Tour children teach, O'Connell's fearless story. And Sarsfield's fame, and Grattan true, and Tone, Lord Edward with young Emmet robed in glory. And ijenburb's matchless horo, great Tyrone." Proud England yet shall bow her head in weeping. Or sit by Babylon's waters proud and dumb While you St. Patrick's efa.it triumphant keeping Shell know and feol tho "Cromweli Curst)"' has cnnic. mks. j. f. McCarthy. Butte, Mont.- |