THE VISIT OF THE PRINCE AND PRINCESS OF WALES TO IRELAND.

Temuka Leader, Issue 1365, 14 July 1885, Page 3

THE VISIT OF THE PRINCE AND PRINCESS OF WALES TO IRELAND.

-• We publish the following lines (selected from « Home paper) on the recent visit of their Royaf Highnesses the Prince and Princess of Wales to Ireland by request, and regret that pressure on our space prevented our doing so before : IRELAND'S WELCOME. To their Royal Highnesses the Prince and Princess of Wales, April, 1885. By Mrs Henry Faussett, Authoress of "Victoria Regim," " Ow Angel Princess," a)id other p»trm graciously received by S*r Majesty. Heirs of Victoria, hail ! Erin's heart greets you. Light gilds your banner'B sail, Loyalty meets you ! Come o'er your channel blue ! For our Green Isle is true— Leal to your line and you ! Cead mile failthe ! Helpless the rebel fallsMove here he dares not. For liif malignant calls Loyalty caies net! Low at your feet she lays Her shamrocks and her bays Wreathes you in rainbow rays. Cead mile failthe 1 Even her mourners rise Up from their sadness ! Proudly her great and wi«e Swell out the gladness. From all her hills and seas On every laden breeze Come cheers and minstrelsies— Cead mili failth* ! Our future King we greet! Erin is loyal ! Hail to his Con6ort sweet-, Gentle and royal ! Christ crown them with the Crown Of hallowed life's renown, And cast all evil down ! Cead mile failthe ! A WELCOME TO Their Royal Highnesses the Prince and Princess or Wales. Oh ! for the minstrel hands of yore Our island harp to wake ; For bardie voice, glad Btrains to pour, Till every slumbering lake, Majestic peak, and mountain stream, Re-echo back the lay— A welcome, worthy of the theme, The guests who come to-day. From Antrim's glens, o'er Foyla's dells, Cead miUfailthes ring : And northward rolling, louder swells, j To greet our future King. Tyrone, in gala robes attired, Flushing with sweet, blonde grace— More fair, to find herself admired— Holds well her honored place. From fair Strabane's hill-crested neat, Girt by the silvery Monroe, To princely Baronscourt, on her breast, Line jewel proudly worn ; From " Mary Gray " and " dessy Boll" Her pealing plaudits rise, And " Harri Ourri's" ruin swell Their echoes to the &kies. Tyrconnell, from her glorious hills, Looks dow» with kindling eye, While her proud soul responsive thrills To each exultant cry ; Her rude cliffs swept by tempest shocks, Have few fair flowers to boast, But hearts as steadfast as the rocks That" sentinel" her coast. And stainless as the crystal tide Which laves her rugged shore True sterling hearts, her hope and pride, And loyal to the core, Are hers ; and shall she, gloomy-browed, In silence stand apart, While every shout and plaudit loud Finds echo in her heart t Not while the high chivalric stream Still courses through her veins, While worth and beauty form fit then*.* To wake her minstrel strains. THE WELCOME. Then Cead mili failthe! brave Viking's daughter, Victorious child ol a conquering race ; Oh, thine is the triumph, unpurchased by slaughter— A conquest secured by thy goodness and grace. Like that fair fabled queen, whose frme has been enchanted— Sweet theme for the bards of thine own native land— i See ! love's bright blossoms spring, where ' thy light foot is planted, And our discords are healed by the touch of thine hand. The dim eyes of Erin wax glad to behold thee! Her sad face grows smiling thy sweetness to see, fJer arms are stretched out, to her heart to enfold thee— Fair Princess Mavourneen, her " Cushla Machreo." No strangers thy race to the Isle of the Ocean, They subdued us of old by the force of their arms; Thou enslavest us now by far different emotion, Fast fettered and bound in the chains of thy chwms. And Cead mile failthe ! dear hope of the nation, Leal and warm is the welcome our hearts send thee forth ; Like the sound of onu voice soars the glad acclamation, From warm suhbj South to the truehearted North. Ob, Cead mile failthe! with blessings we hail thee ! With Erin's best blessing behold thee depart! Far, far be the hour when her fealty shall fail thee, And, oh ! keep a place for her warm in thy heart. Bebboca Scott. Castlefin, April, 1885.