SONGS OF OUR LAND.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume II, Issue 81, 14 November 1874, Page 13

SONGS OF OUR LAND.

B* ITCASTCES BEO"WNE, THE BLIND POETESS, OP DONEGAL Songs of out bind, ye are with us for ever, The power and. the splendour of thrones past away ; But yours is the might of some far flowing river, Through Summer's bright roses or Autumn's decay. Ye treasure each voice of the swift passing ages, And truth which time writeth on leaves or on sand ; Ye bring us the thought of poets and sages, And keep them among us, old songs of our land. The bards may go down to the place of their slumbers, The lyre of the charmer be hushed in the grave, But far in the future the power of their numbers Shall kindle the hearts of our faithful and brave. It will waken an echo in souls deep and lonely, Like voices of reeds by the summer breeze fanned"; will call up a spirit for freedom, [ when only • x , Her breathings are heard in tlie songs of our hind. For they keep a record of those, the true-hearted, _. Who fell with the cause they had vowed to maintain ; ' They show us bright shadows of glory departed, Of love that grew cold and'the hope that was vain. The page may be lost and the pen long forsaken, And weeds may grow wild o'er the brave heart and liand j But ye are still left when all else hath been taken, Like streams in the desert, sweet songs of ourjand. Songs of our land, ye have follo-nred the stranger, With power over ocean and desert afar, Ye have goae with our wanderers through distance and danger, * And gladdened their path like a home guiding 6tar. With the breath of our mountains in summers long vanished, And visions that passed like a wave from the sand, With hope for their country and joy from her banished Ye come to us ever, sweet songs of our land. The spring time may come with the song of our glory, To bid the green heart of the forest rejoice, ' But the pine of the mountain though blasted and hoary, And the rock in the desert, can send forth a voice. It was thus in their triumph for deep desolations, While ocean waves roll or the mountains shall stand. Still hearts that are bravest and best of the nations, Shall glory and live in the songs of the land.