| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 57 |
||
|
But not to share his glory, then, or gladden in his ray, They bent their gaze upon his path—those exiles, far away.
It was—oh; how the heart will cheat; because they thought, beyond
His glowing couch lay that Green Isle of which their hearts were fond;
And fancy brought old scenes of home into each welling eye,
And through each breast poured many a thought that filled it like a sigh.
'Twas then—'twas then, all warm with love, they knelt them down to pray
For Irish home and kith and kin—poor exiles, far away.
And then the mother blest her son, the lover blest the
maid, And then the soldier was a child, and wept the whilst
he prayed, And then the student's pallid cheek flushed red as
summer rose, And patriot souls forgot their grief to weep for Erin's
woes. And, oh, but then warm vows were breathed, that
come what might or may, They'd right the suffering isle they loved—those exiles,
far away.
And some who were around the board, like loving brothers met, |
||