. Homespun verses . r us. YAT hen all our earthly hopes go down ^ * In Troubles tumbling sea;—And fell disgrace, with awful frown Makes friends and fellows flee;—Though Sorrow share our scanty fare Beside a cold hearthstone;—With tearful faith we seek in prayer Our Father, on His Throne. When every enterprise succeeds, And Fortune favors thrift;—When blessings follow all our deeds And Gratitude is swift,—Our schemes are made and plans well laid Too long for Lifes short span;—Tis then we need our Saviours aid For He was once a man. When at the last cur journey ends Upon that sombre shore,Whence
. Homespun verses . r us. YAT hen all our earthly hopes go down ^ * In Troubles tumbling sea;—And fell disgrace, with awful frown Makes friends and fellows flee;—Though Sorrow share our scanty fare Beside a cold hearthstone;—With tearful faith we seek in prayer Our Father, on His Throne. When every enterprise succeeds, And Fortune favors thrift;—When blessings follow all our deeds And Gratitude is swift,—Our schemes are made and plans well laid Too long for Lifes short span;—Tis then we need our Saviours aid For He was once a man. When at the last cur journey ends Upon that sombre shore,Whence every human footstep tends, And Man returns no more;Oer deeps unknown each must alone Launch forth in darkning ! Holy Spirit, Thee we own To lead us to the Light. HOMESPUN VERSES. 175 And in that final, solemn day, When all mankind shall stand,Waiting the word to pass away, On one or other hand;All trembling we a group shall be Amid the mighty horde;Great Trinity in Unity, Deliver us, Good W 17. HOMESPUN VERSES. Sow tl\ey $kiOuld 0khvky. Tn ould Bally-na-more, just beyant the Town Hall,There wan Darby Dunmore kept the Hole in-the- Wall;Tvvas the height of the Fair, whin the bys wor all flush,Afther sellin their pigs, or their calves, or ould cush,An the naggins o whiskey wor makin the rounds-Out shpakes ould Belmullet, I raysaved twinty pounds;Pat Costello, the Buck, says, Thats more nor theyre worth,,Thats not throe, shouts MacAnthrim, a by from the North. Shpake aisy, melad, Paddy cries, or, begorra,Yell be walkin on crutches be this time to-morra; Yere a murtherin liar, bawls Mac, wid a roor, An I dar ye to put yer fut outside the yer man, says the Buck; ^ir, be-this-an-be- that,Thin off wint his coat, an his waistcoat and the whole houseful! rose an lift oil wan o thim glad to see some recreation. HOMESPUN VERSES. Thin Hurroo! j^ells the Buck, an Come on, replies Mac,An wid that he gev Paddy a slatherin
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