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A Poem by John Locke - written in 1877
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Dawn on the Irish Coast
T'anam chun Dia! But there it is - the dawn on the hills of Ireland
God's angels lifting the night's black veil, from the fair sweet face of my sire land
O, Ireland, isn't it grand you look, like a bride in her rich adorin'
With all the pent up love in my heart, I bid you the top of the morning!
This one short hour pays lavishly back, for many a year in mourning
I'd almost venture another flight, there's so much joy in returning
Watching out for the hallowed shore, all other attractions scornin'
O, Ireland, don't you hear me shout? I bid you top of the morning!
Ho, ho, on Cliodhna's shelving strand, the surges are grandly beating
And Kerry is pushing her headlands out to give us the kindly greeting
In the morn the seabirds fly, on pinions that know no drooping
And out from the cliffs, with welcomes charged, a million waves come trooping.
O, kindly generous Irish land, so leal* and fair and loving
No wonder the wandering Celt should think and dream of you in his roving
The alien home may have gems and gold, shadows may never have gloomed it
But the heart will sigh for absent land, where the love light first
illumed it
And doesn't old Cove look charming there, watching the wild waves' motion
Leaning her back up against the hills and the tip of the toes in the ocean
I wonder I don't hear Shandon's bells- Ah, maybe their chiming's over
For it's many a year since I began, the life of a Western rover.
For thirty summers a stoir mo chroidhe, those hills I now feast my eyes on
Ne'er met my vision save when they rose, over memory's dim horizon
E'en so, t'was grand and fair they seemed, in the landscape spread before me
But dreams are dreams and my eyes would open, to see Texas skies still o'er me.
Oh, often upon the Texas plains, when the day and the chase were over,
My thoughts would fly o'er the weary wave, and around this coast line hover
And the prayer would rise that some future day - all danger and doubting scorning
I'd help win for my native land, the light of young Liberty's morning.
Now fuller and truer the shoreline shows - was ever a scene so splendid?
I feel the breath of the Munster breeze - thank God that my exile's ending!
Old scenes, old songs, old friends again, the vale and the cot I was born in
O, Ireland, up from my heart of hearts I bid you top of the morning!
(*leal - an old english word meaning : faithfull or steadfast )
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'The poem "Dawn on the Irish Coast" by John Locke is shown at the foot of this page
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