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To be married by Father Mahar. O my heart would beat high At her glance and her sigh,
Though it beat in a low-backed car ! |
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THE WAR-SHIP OF PEACE
The Americans exhibited much sympathy towards Ireland when the famine raged there in 1847. A touching instance was then given how the better feelings of our nature may employ even the enginery of destruction to serve; the cause of. humanity: an American frigate (the Jamestown I believe) was dismantled of all her warlike appliances, and placed at the disposal of the charitable to carry provisions.—Author.
SWEET Land of SongJ thy harp doth hang Upon the willows now, While famine's blight and fever's pang Stamp misery on thy brow; Yet take thy harp, and raise thy voice,
Though faint and low it be,
And let thy sinking heart rejoice
In friends still left to thee ! |
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Look out—look out—across the sea
That girds thy emerald shore, A ship of war is bound for thee,
But with no warlike store; Her thunder sleeps—'tis Mercy's breath
That wafts her o'er the sea; She goes not forth to deal out death,
But bears new life to thee! |
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