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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IRISH WIDOW'S MESSAGE TO HER SON IN AMERICA, by ELLEN FORRESTER First Line: Remember, dennis, all I bade you say Last Line: "faithful at home, and steadfast still abroad." | |||
"Remember, Denis, all I bade you say, Tell him we're well and happy, thank the Lord! But of our troubles since he went away, You'll mind, avic, and never say a word,-- Of cares and troubles sure we've all our share, The finest summer isn't always fair. "Tell him the spotted heifer calved in May,-- She died, poor thing, but that you needn't mind-- Nor how the constant rain destroyed the hay; But tell him, God to us was always kind, And when the fever spread the country o'er, His mercy kept the sickness from the door. "Be sure you tell him how the neighbours came And cut the corn and stored it in the barn; 'Twould be as well to mention them by name-- Pat Murphy, Ned McCabe, and James McCarn, And big Tim Daly from behind the hill-- But say, agra, Oh, say, I missed him still! "They came with ready hands our toil to share-- 'Twas then I missed him most, my own right hand! I felt, although kind hearts were round me there, The kindest heart beat in a foreign land. Strong arm! brave heart! Oh, severed far from me By many a weary mile of shore and sea! "You'll tell him she was with us (he'll know who), Mavourneen! hasn't she the winsome eyes? The darkest, deepest, brightest, bonniest blue That ever shone, except in summer skies; And such black hair !--it is the blackest hair That ever rippled o'er a neck so fair. "Tell him that Pincher fretted many a day-- Ah, poor old fellow, he had like to die! Crouched by the roadside, how he watched the way, And sniffed the travellers as they passed him by. Hail, rain and sunshine, sure 'twas all the same, He listened for the foot that never came. "Tell him the house is lonesome-like and cold, The fire itself seems robbed of half its light; But maybe 'tis my eyes are growing old, And things grow dim before my failing sight; For all that, tell him 'twas myself that spun The shirts you bring, and stitched them every one. "Give him my blessing: morning, noon and night, Tell him my prayers are offered for his good, That he may keep his Maker still in sight, And firmly stand as his brave fathers stood, True to his name, his country, and his God, Faithful at home, and steadfast still abroad." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IRISH MOTHER AT HER CHILD'S GRAVE by ELLEN FORRESTER TO AN INTRA-MURAL RAT by MARIANNE MOORE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 9 by ALFRED TENNYSON MEDITATION AT KEW by ANNA WICKHAM THE HAPPY WARRIOR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON A GRAVE IN CHRIST-CHURCH, HANTS by OSCAR FAY ADAMS UPON THE SAME by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS |
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