THEY came from a land beyond the sea, And now o'er the western main Set sail, in their good ships, gallantly, From the sunny land of Spain. "O, where's the Isle we've seen in dreams, Our destined home or grave?" Thus sung they as, by the morning's beams, They swept the Atlantic wave. And, lo, where afar o'er ocean shines A sparkle of radiant green, As though in that deep lay emerald mines, Whose light through the wave was seen. "'T is Innisfail, -- 't is Innisfail!" Rings o'er the echoing sea; While, bending to heaven, the warriors hail That home of the brave and free. Then turned they unto the eastern wave, Where now their Day-God's eye A look of such sunny omen gave As lighted up sea and sky. Nor frown was seen through sky or sea, Nor tear o'er leaf or sod, When first on their Isle of Destiny Our great forefathers trod. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVE SPEAKS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE SNOWING OF THE PINES' by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 57. TRUE WOMAN, HER LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI LAST AND WORST by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON THE BIRDS: THE BUILDING OF CLOUDCUCKOOCITY by ARISTOPHANES THE BIRDS: THE WEDDING CHANT by ARISTOPHANES |