Thomas Moore ( )


From Irish Melodies. 115. Song of Innisfail


          THEY came from a land beyond the sea,
                And now oer the western main
          Set sail, in their good ships, gallantly,
                From the sunny land of Spain.
          "Oh, wheres the isle weve seen in dreams,
                Our destined home or grave?"
          Thus sung they as, by the mornings beams,
                They swept the Atlantic wave.

          And lo, where afar oer ocean shines
                A sparkle of radiant green,
          As though in that deep lay emerald mines,
                Whose light through the wave was seen.
          "Tis Innisfail  tis Innisfail!"
                Rings oer the echoing sea;
          While, bending to heaven, the warriors hail
                That home of the brave and free.

          Then turnd they unto the Eastern wave,
                Where now their Day-Gods eye
          A look of such sunny omen gave
                As lighted up sea and sky.
          Nor frown was seen through sky or sea,
                Nor tear oer leaf or sod,
          When first on their Isle of Destiny
                Our great forefathers trod.



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 61. Id Mourn the Hopes
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 3
  3. From Irish Melodies. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
  4. From Irish Melodies. 92. ODonohues Mistress
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 68


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