IRISH NATURAL PROTECTORS, OR A SAMPLE OF LANDLORDISM.

Auckland Chronicle and New Zealand Colonist, Volume 2, Issue 64, 24 October 1844, Page 3

IRISH NATURAL PROTECTORS, OR A SAMPLE OF LANDLORDISM.

O /Portiusis there noisome chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven. Red with inpetueus wrath to strike the men, Who build their greatness on a people's ruin! When tyranny's pampered and purple-clad minion* Drive forth the lone widow ail orphan to die, Shall no angel of vengeance on ur! his. fed pinions, And, grasping sharp thunderj.ihs, fush from on high ? " Pity t oh, pity ! A little while spare me : My baby is sick—l am feeble and poor ; In the cold winter blast.from the hut if yon iear me, My lord, we must die on the desolate moor I" 'Tis vain—for the despot replies but with laughter, While rudely hisserfs thrust her forth on the world : Her cabin is blazing, from threshold to rafter, And she crawls o'er the mountain, sick, weeping and cold. Her thinly clad child on the stormy hill shivers— The thunders are pealing dread anthems aroundLoud roar in their anger, the tempest-lash'd rivers And the loosenM rooks down with the wild torrent bound. Ah ! vainly she tries in her bosom to cheerisb Her sick infant boy, 'mid the horrors around ; Till, faint and despairing, she sees her babe perish, Then lifeless she sinks on the snow>cover'd ground. Tho* the children of AmmoD, with trumpets and psalters, To devils pour'd torrents of innocent gore, Let them blush from deep hell at the far redder alters Where the deathsdealieg tyrants of Ireland adore ! But for Erin's life-current, thro' long ages flowing. Dark demons that pierce her, you yet shall atone ; Even now the volcano beneath yon is glowing, And the Moloih of tyranny reels on bis throne. R.W.