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Show The objection recently voiced by certain' so-called so-called "American" societies against putting an Irish colleen's beautiful countenance on the gold coin of the United States has elicited the following poetic lines that express a lofty sentiment. The authoress of these verses should cultivate the muse, as she undoubtedly possesses talent. The last line of the first stanza comprehends a great meaning. It is indeed true that in the pure faces of the virtuous vir-tuous motherhood of Erin, the land of holy wedlock, wed-lock, passions lie controlled. 1 MARY CUNNINGHAM. THE CEASAE ON AMERICAN COINS. An Irish face soon shall grace Columbia's coins of gold. The noble face of a noble race Where passions lie controlled. Let bigots fuss, it was ever, thus Wheli sterling merit won. They soon forgot their battles fought, By many a foreign son. The savage Norse (and even worse he Saxon), tyrant dwelt, Thro' centuries long of crime and wrong Amongst the bleeding Celt. But thank the Lord, the foreign horde Has left but little trace On the dusky hair and brow so fair Of the old Milesian race. For long the boast of song and toast Were eyes of Irish blue; And better still thro' good and ill Were Irish beauties true. Ah! well might Erin, far away in The misty long ago, Deal death to those, either friends or foe Who led her daughters low. While other lands in pagan hands Upheld the beastly knave. The pagan Celt his vengence dealt. 'Twas honor or the grave. In every age, on every page, Of Ireland's checkered pa&t, Her women stood both fair and good Against the biting blast. And now today, tho' far away From the dear old mother's breast, An Irish girl, like a shining pearl, Set in the golden west With a kindly smile, like her native isle, O'er a lurking grief untold, Will smile in your face from her honored place On Columbia's coins of gold. ) Margaret Scullion Westfield. i |
