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Poem by James Clarence Mangan


Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan


  A Jacobite Relic -- from the Irish

LONG they pine in weary woe -- the nobles of our land --
Long they wander to and fro, proscribed, alas! and banned;
Feastless, houseless, altarless, they bear the exie's brand,
    But their hope is in the coming-to of Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.

Think not her a ghastly hag, too hideous to be seen;
Call her not unseemly names, our matchless Kathaleen;
Young she is, and fair she is, and would be crowned a qeeen,
    Were the king's son at home here with Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.

Sweet and mild would look her face -- Oh! none so sweet and mild --
Could she crush the foes by whom her beauty is reviled;
Woolen plaids would grace herself and robes of silk her child,
    If the king's son were living here with Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.

Sore disgrace it is to see the Arbitress of thrones
Vassal to a Saxoneen of cold and hapless bones!
Bitter anguish wrings our souls -- with heavy sighs and groans
    We wait the Young Deliverer of Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.

Let us pray to Him who holds life's issues in His hands,
Him who formed the mighty globe, with all his thousand lands;
Girding them with sea and mountains, rivers deep, and strands,
    To cast a look of pity upon Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.

He, who over sands and waves led Israel along --
He who fed, with heavenly bread, that chosen tribe and throng;
He who stood by Moses when his foes were fierce and strong,
    May He show forth His might in saving Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan. 



                      James Clarence Mangan


James Clarence Mangan's other poems:
  1. A Lament for the Princes of Tyrone and Tyrconnel
  2. King Cahal Mór of the Wine-Red Hand
  3. Dark Rosaleen
  4. Shapes and Signs
  5. Woman of Three Crows


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