ULSTER FOR IRELAND.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume II, Issue 57, 30 May 1874, Page 13

ULSTER FOR IRELAND.

By Francis Davis. What, though we've looked in silence On our country's brightening eyes, Was our silence not prophetic OP a soul about to rise ? As the infant tempest sleepeth On the bosom 6{ the cloud, Till its ripened spirit boundeth In a fire-flashing shroud ; So nriscth gallant Ulster In her firm and fearless few, With the fires of their fathers, And their love of Erin too. For we've pondered, As we wandered On our isolated way ; And your Ulsterman And Orangeman Are Irishmen to-day ! And the past shall be forgotten, With its days of deatli and gloom, When the eye of desolation Opened with our gardens' bloom ; And our shamrocks and our lilies Shed confusion o'er our souls, When we might have traced a heaven Round their green and golden bowels. But oh ! if for a moment We have sought a darker track, There's a warm and weeping welcome For the hearts that venture back. And we've pondered, As we wandered Like a flock had gone astray, Till your Ulstermen And Orangemen Are Irishmen to-day ! For the healing words are spoken : We are brothers, ay, and true ! Then arouse, arouse thee, Erin ! For thy foes are ours too. And we'll chase the demon, discord, From our bosoms and our path ; And we'll brush her every poison From our flowers and our heath. Ay, we'll rival c'en our fathers, And their fellow-martyred oues, Till their spirits leap in glory O'er the ardour of their sons. We've been riven, We've been driven, The crafty spoiler's prey ; But your Ulstermen And Orangemen Are Irishmen to-day !