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Poem
January 2, 1885
Wichita Daily Eagle
Wichita, Sedgwick County, Kansas
What is this article about?
Patriotic ode to Erin (Ireland), celebrating her rising voice in global affairs, urging advocacy for justice and right over might, dedicated to Mrs. M. E. Leask, by Mrs. M. McDougall of Oscoda, Mich.
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For the Fair.
To Mrs. M. E. Leask.
My sister the brightish streams of Erin
Have some hope in their sparkle and shine;
The shamrocks a glad green are wearing:
In the land that is mine and is thine.
The lark from the green sod upspringing.
Heaven's light on his fluttering wings;
Feels gladness in soaring and singing:
For it is a new song that he sings
No longer with sore lamentations,
Erin sits with her green banner furled:
The is heard in the congress of nations,
In the parliament of the wide world.
Her voice still grow louder and stronger,
So that right will prevail over might;
What has been can happen no longer,
Wrong dies when dragged out to the light.
Erin lift up her head with the living.
Maker of the dumb anguish of year;
And the daisies look up with thanksgiving.
Blushing crimson with joy through their tear.
If we have but one word of cheering,
Verse to write, deed to do, song to sing;
For the love of our dear mother Erin,
Let us hasten our tribute to bring.
Let us carry our colors about us.
Plead her cause through applauses and frowns;
Lest the laurels be gathered without us,
And we share not the palm-woven crowns
ONE OF THE MAC's.
MRS. M. McDOUGALL, Oscoda, Mich.
To Mrs. M. E. Leask.
My sister the brightish streams of Erin
Have some hope in their sparkle and shine;
The shamrocks a glad green are wearing:
In the land that is mine and is thine.
The lark from the green sod upspringing.
Heaven's light on his fluttering wings;
Feels gladness in soaring and singing:
For it is a new song that he sings
No longer with sore lamentations,
Erin sits with her green banner furled:
The is heard in the congress of nations,
In the parliament of the wide world.
Her voice still grow louder and stronger,
So that right will prevail over might;
What has been can happen no longer,
Wrong dies when dragged out to the light.
Erin lift up her head with the living.
Maker of the dumb anguish of year;
And the daisies look up with thanksgiving.
Blushing crimson with joy through their tear.
If we have but one word of cheering,
Verse to write, deed to do, song to sing;
For the love of our dear mother Erin,
Let us hasten our tribute to bring.
Let us carry our colors about us.
Plead her cause through applauses and frowns;
Lest the laurels be gathered without us,
And we share not the palm-woven crowns
ONE OF THE MAC's.
MRS. M. McDOUGALL, Oscoda, Mich.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Patriotism
Liberty Independence
Political
What keywords are associated?
Erin
Ireland
Patriotism
Hope
Justice
Advocacy
Shamrocks
Lark
What entities or persons were involved?
Mrs. M. Mcdougall, Oscoda, Mich. (One Of The Mac's.)
Poem Details
Title
For The Fair.
Author
Mrs. M. Mcdougall, Oscoda, Mich. (One Of The Mac's.)
Subject
To Mrs. M. E. Leask.
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
My Sister The Brightish Streams Of Erin
Have Some Hope In Their Sparkle And Shine;
The Shamrocks A Glad Green Are Wearing:
In The Land That Is Mine And Is Thine.
No Longer With Sore Lamentations,
Erin Sits With Her Green Banner Furled:
The Is Heard In The Congress Of Nations,
In The Parliament Of The Wide World.
For The Love Of Our Dear Mother Erin,
Let Us Hasten Our Tribute To Bring.