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The American literary reciter; readings, delcamations and plays, original compositions and choice selections of the best literature .. . w each other, like surge upon surge. Tis the wink of an eye, tis the draught of a breath,From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud,—Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud? t5* t5* t5* THE EXILE OF ERIN. THERE came to the beach a poor Exileof Erin,> The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;For his country he sighed, when at twilightrepairingTo wander alone by the wind-beaten the
The American literary reciter; readings, delcamations and plays, original compositions and choice selections of the best literature .. . w each other, like surge upon surge. Tis the wink of an eye, tis the draught of a breath,From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud,—Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud? t5* t5* t5* THE EXILE OF ERIN. THERE came to the beach a poor Exileof Erin,> The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;For his country he sighed, when at twilightrepairingTo wander alone by the wind-beaten the day-star attracted his eyes sad de-votion,For it rose oer his own native isle of the ocean,Where once in the fire of his youthfulemotionHe sang the bold anthem of Erin gobragh. Sad is my fate, said the broken-heartedstranger,—The wild deer and wolf to a covert canflee;But I have no refuge from famine anddanger,A home and a country remain not to again in the green, sunny bowersWhere my forefathers lived, shall I spend the sweet hours,Or cover my harp with the wild-wovenflowers,And strike to the numbers of Erin gobragh!.
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