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Oh, may sueh memories never fail!— 
While to my heart I’m pressing thee 
Dear Shamrock of my native vale! 
And Hope , once dead, triumphant cries, 
Though rent by hand of Destiny, 
The Gael shall yet all potent rise 
Linked in the chain of unity; 
-4nd sweep the foe from land and sea 
And crown with Freedom Innisfail:— 
Thus Hope to me, while hissing thee 
Sweet Shamrock of my native vale! 
A Shamrock from the Irish Shore. 
Dear emblem of my native land, 
By kind, fond words kept fresh and green!— 
The pressure of an unfelt hand— 
The kisses of a lip unseen:— 
A throb from my dead mother s heart— 
My father s smile revived once more— 
Oh, youth! oh, love! oh, hope! thou art 
Sweet Shamrock from the Irish shore! 
—Denis Florence McCarthy. 
Ooiy Lac^ryma. 
(job's tears.) 
An ornamental grass with corn-like leaves. 
Tears of Resignation. 
B EAD Reader: Be not cast down, when the hand of God is heavy 
upon you. 
We must measure the greatness of our evils by the violence of the 
remedies that the Physician of souls thinks necessary for our cure. 
