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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WE'RE IRISH YET, by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND First Line: What means this gathering tonight Last Line: We're irish yet! We're irish yet. | |||
WHAT means this gathering to-night? What spirit moves along The crowded hall, and, touching light Each heart among the throng, Awakes, as tho' a trumpet blast Had sounded in their ears, The recollections of the past, The memories of the years? Oh! 't is the spirit of the West, The spirit of the Celt, The breed that spurned the alien breast, And every wrong has felt -- And still, tho' far from fatherland, We never can forget To tell ourselves, with heart and hand, We're Irish yet! We're Irish yet! And they outside the clan of Conn Would understand, but fail, The mystic music played upon The heart-strings of the Gael -- His ear, and his alone, can tell The soul that lies within, The music which he knows so well, The voice of Kith and Kin. He hears the tales of old, old days Of battle fierce by ford and hill, Of ancient Senachie's martial lays, And race unconquered still. It challenges with mother's pride And dares him to forget That, tho' he cross the ocean wide, He's Irish yet! He's Irish yet! His eye may never see the blue Of Ireland's April sky, His ear may never listen to The song of lark on high, But deep within his Irish heart Are cloisters, dark and dim, No human hand can wrench apart, And the lark still sings for him. We've bowed beneath the chastening rod, We've had our griefs and pains, But with them all, we still thank God, The Blood is in our veins, The ancient blood that knows no fear, The Stamp is on us set, And so, however foes may jeer, We're Irish yet! We're Irish yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A RAINY DAY IN CAMP by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND AUTUMN DAYS by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BARBOTTE (BULL-POUT) by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BATEESE AND HIS LITTLE DECOYS by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BATEESE THE LUCKY MAN by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BLOOM - A SONG OF COBALT by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BOULE by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BRUNO THE HUNTER by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND CANADIAN FOREVER by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND CAUDA MORRHUAE by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND |
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