MICHAEL DAVITT.

Evening Post, Volume L, Issue 124, 22 November 1895, Page 2

MICHAEL DAVITT.

" Bold Arthur McCoy was no mugger, Xo bully, uo blustering clown, 'Fore the front of au iilc-Uouse to swiiggor. Or drag his coat-tnil through the town." —Olil Irish Song, Just now and thon, tho Power who rules us all Looks down on Earth to summon forth a mau Beady to live or die at duty's call, To lead his fellows, and to head the van Of Justioe and of Progress, and to fisrht With zeal and vigour in tho po iplo's oanse, Tho enemy of wron?, the friend of right, The stern opponent of despotic laws. Where w Id Atlantic leaps up Connaught's coast, And o'er the rocks shoots forth bis boiling foam, Grim Tyranny for ages held his post, And spread his ours? o'er many a hippy home. The patriot who honours our young shore Hoird the sad sob and saw tho burning toar, As rude hnuds dragg'd from out the battor'd door Tho friends and kindred whom he prized most dear. What womlor thit tho lightning of ilnspair Flash'il throngh the boy's hot heart and bruin, and gave Tho spirit of ruvpngo v dwelling there f His hoad wa«i novor fashion'd for a slavo ; Hope glpiin'd awhile, misfortune follow'd tnst, Aud drove him from tho island of his birth. But lot his sufferings slnmber with tbo past; His name is honour'd now o'or all tho Earth. No brawler ho, like somo who ravo and rant O'or "T'eland'B wrongs," and yet seek ont tho way To trudge through mire of treaohory and cant, X lger and roidy nltvays to betray _ Tho men who trusted thorn. But, Davitt, thou Hast " kept the bri'lgo," and nobly faood Ihv foes Co/id Sltllr FmWip* is thy woloomi now From al! who love tho Shamrook and tho Roso, And also from the mon of that bold land Whoro Highland broadswords, and where Lowland epoara Have ilash'd and bristled around Freodom's stand, " Aud kopt hor fire ablaze in ancient years. Long bloom tho IJoae, and mny the Shamrook spring Up to its aistnr'o blossoms from the stom, And may the martial Thistlo olosoly cling, And net as Bontin»l to both of them. Thomas Bracken. * A hundred thousnnd welcome. 1).