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| Irish Poetry |
| They came from a land beyond the sea, And now o'er the western main Set sail in their good ships, gallantly, From the sunny lands of Spain. 'Oh, where's the isle we've seen in dreams, Our destin'd home or grave? Thus sang they, as by the morning beams, They swept the Atlantic wave. And lo, where afar o'er ocean shines, A sparkle of radiant green, As though in that deep emerald mines Whose light through the waves was seen, 'Tis Inisfail(Ireland) -Tis Inisfail! Rings o'er the echoing sea; While, bending to heaven, the warriors hail That home of the brave and free. Then they turned unto the Eastern wave Where now their Day-God's eye A look of such sunny omen gave, As lighted up sea and sky. No frown was seen through sky or sea, No tear o'er leaf or sod, When first on their Isle of Destiny Our great forefathers trod. |