LIFE IN IRELAND 21 



Intrepidly they own'd thy sovereign power 

 In persecution's dark and troubled hour, 

 When fate forbade the peasant's arm to toil, 

 And blood of freemen fatten'd Ireland's soil. 

 But lo ! the scene is chang'd, sweet Peace appears ; 

 The long, long penance of five hundred years, 

 With foul Suspicion, now has past away, 

 Hurl'd with the war-fiend from the face of day 

 The foul Perdition's dark and unknown bourne, 

 To tread the path that never can return. 



Bright o'er the country Brunswick's splendid star, 

 Portending Peace, illumines from afar ; 

 O'er a proud nation sheds its genial rays. 

 Reviving millions with its fostering blaze, 

 Lo ! Fame and Glory, with expanded wings. 

 Announce th' approach of George, the best of Kings ! 

 He comes, and breathes around a placid calm, 

 To pour in Ireland's wounds a healing balm. 

 To wipe from Sorrow's eye the starting tear. 

 And every tie of duty make more dear ; 

 His hand extends, that blessings oft hath given 

 Profuse as manna dropt on earth from Heaven ! 

 Hush'd at his presence be each rude alarm ; 

 Throng, gen'rous hearts ! with loyal duty warm, 

 Your Monarch comes in confidence to prove, 

 The Croivii^s best safeguard is — the People s love ! 

 No storms precede him, and no dark array 

 Winters the morn of Ireland's happier day ; 

 A day that joy extends to all forlorn, 

 And dawns with bliss to millions yet unborn. 



Lo ! where industrious Commerce'' canvas wings 

 The richest fruit of India's climate brings, 

 Arabian spices and Peruvian gold. 

 And all the treasures China ever told : 



