How blest would be Ierne's isle, Were bigotry and all its guile Chased as a cloud away; Then would Religion rear her head, And sweet Contentment round her spread, Like a new dawn of day. Come then, oh come, thou Truth divine! With double radiance deign to shine, Thy heavenly light expand; 'Tis thine to chase these clouds of night, Which darken and confound the sight In this divided land. Attendant on thy prosp'rous train I see sweet Peace with honest gain Spread wide her liberal hand, While Discord, masked in deep disguise, Abashed from forth her presence flies, Struck by her magic wand. Around, where now in ruins lie Thy sacred altars, I espy Fair Order rear each pile, Whilst o'er thy wilds forlorn and waste, Lo, Industry with nimble haste Makes hill and valley smile. No more thy sons in fell despite, A murderous band @3arrayed in white@1, Shall deal destruction round; Each man beneath his vine shall rest, No more by bigotry oppressed, But Truth by Peace be crowned. Then shall Ierne tune her lyre, And with united voice conspire To hail her happy state; All hail, Ierne, Nature's pride, No more shall wars thy land divide, Wert thou as good as great. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOREST FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST SYMPATHY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU BIRD CONVERSATIONS, SELECTION by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR L'AMOUR DU MENSONGE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE MY FLOWERS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER NIGHT BLOSSOMING by JANICE BLANCHARD |