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An Appeal For Ireland

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Title:     An Appeal For Ireland
Author: Sarah S. Mower [More Titles by Mower]

"Cast thy bread upon the waters,
for thou shall find it after many days."--Ecel. xi; 1.


Hark! hear the cry of Erin's sons,
By plague and famine frantic;
The wail of wives and little ones
Comes o'er the broad Atlantic.

O, heed the bitter piercing cry,
That's pealing o'er the ocean;
To us, to us, for aid they fly,
As Israel fled to Goshen.

List! hear that sad and mournful sound,
It is the parent sighing;
Beside him, on the damp cold ground.
His darling ones are lying.

A nation sinking to the grave;
How thick death's shafts are flying!
The loved, the lovely, and the brave,
From want are daily dying.

They're calling to Columbia's sons,
And to her happy daughters;
Take of your bread, ye favor'd ones,
And cast it on the waters.


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Sarah S. Mower's poem: Appeal For Ireland

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