OH, where's the slave so lowly, Condemned to chains unholy, Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine beneath them slowly? What soul, whose wrongs degrade it , Would wait till time decayed it, When thus its wing At once may spring To the throne of Him who made it? Farewell, Erin , - farewell, all , Who live to weep our fall! Less dear the laurel growing, Alive, untouched and blowing, Than that, whose braid Is plucked to shade The brows with victory glowing. We tread the land that bore us, Her green flag glitters o'er us, The friends we've tried Are by our side, And the foe we hate before us. Farewell, Erin , - farewell , all, Who live to weep our fall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POLLY by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS PEACE ON EARTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE TEAMSTER by MATHILDE BLIND SOCIAL JUSTICE by ERNEST BRADLEY SUMMER by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN THE ANGEL OF THE WORLD by GEORGE CROLY |