This song coomerates the Easter rebellion of 1916. My grandfather sang this to me, while I sat on his lap. Erin go Brah.
I appologize for being morbid today.
It is sometimes easy to think of battle as a one day affair. When its over the wounded and dead clean themselves off, the mess and carnage are cleared away and the land is neat and it looks as if
nothing happened. The opponents shake hands in a gentlemanly manner and it is done until the next time. Not so. The wounds take time to heal, the dead must be buried and the land is affected for centuries. Even after healing the scars remain...
VETERANS OF FREDERICKSBURG apoem by Eleanor Rogers Cox,
on the 50th anniversary of the Battle of Fredricksburg Virgina
To the surviving members of Meagher's* Irish Brigade,
on the fiftieth anniversary of the Battle of Fredericksburg
December 13, 1862 - December 13, 1912
WHO ARE THESE WHO HITHER MARCHING
DOWN THE VALE OF MISTY YEARS,
FROM THE HEIGHTS WHERE NOW THE
CANNON'S LIPS ARE DUMB,
FROM THE FIELD WHERE MEAGHER LED THEM,
FROM THE FIELD WHERE VALOR SPED THEM,
ALL IN BROKEN BUT UNDAUNTED COLUMN COME.
OLD MEN, BRAVE MEN, MEN OF IRISH BIRTH!
MEN WHO ON THE FOREHEAD
OF THEIR DEAR NEW LAND AFAR,
SET THE NAME OF IRELAND,
OF THEIR KNIGHTLY SIRELAND
THERE TO SHINE FOREVER LIKE A STAR!
FREDERICKSBURG! THE NAME IS GRAVEN
ON THE MEMORIES OF MEN,
IN IMMORTAL SCRIPT OF THUNDER AND OF FLAME,
AND YOUR COMRADES THERE WHO PERISHED,
LO! OF GOD AND FREEDOM CHERISHED,
GLEEMS THEIR DEED UPON
THE FAIREST HEIGHT OF FAME!
FONTENOY AND FREDERICKSBURG!
INSCRIBE THEM SIDE BY SIDE;
SARSFIELD, DILLON, MEAGHER,
ALL MEN OF THE BRIGADE-
WHO FOR EVERY FRIENDSHIP GIVEN
TO THEIR LAND BENEATH HIGH HEAVEN
IN THE COINAGE OF THEIR HEART'S
FAIR VALOR PAID.
THROUGH YOUR VEINS WHAT HERO-FIRE
LEAPED UPON THAT DAY!
WHAT IMMORTAL HERITAGE OF FEAR-DEFYING MIRTH
AS WITH CHEER OUTRINGING,
YOUR BOUYANT RANKS WENT SPRINGING
FORWARD TO THE BREASTWORKS
O'ER CORPSE BESTREWN EARTH!
"FORWARD TO THE BREASTWORKS!"
FROM OUT THE SMOKE AND FLAME
BELCHED FORTH FROM MARYE'S HEIGHTS,
WE PLUCK THE DEATHLESS WORD!
AND THE MOTTO OF YOUR GIVING
SHALL BE (THE) MOTTO OF OUR LIVING
WHERESOEVER SOUND OF IRISH SPEECH IS HEARD!
BRAVE MEN, TRUE MEN, MEN OF THE BRIGADE!
MEN WHO FOLLOWED MEAGHER OF THE SWORD!
LOOK, HOW GLOWS THE GOD LIT EMBER
OF THAT DAY IN FAR DECEMBER,
HOW ITS MEMORY IN OUR INMOST SOUL IS STORED!
Note: Meagher is pronounced Mar
"One of the most beautiful series of apparitions of the Queen of Heaven occurred on the American continent on a December day of 1531, only ten years after the Spanish conquest. A fervent Christian Indian in his fifties, Juan Diego, a widower, was on his way to Mass in Mexico City from his home eight miles distant, a practice he and his wife had followed since their conversion, in honor of Our Lady on Her day, Saturday. He had to pass near the hill of Tepeyac, and was struck there by the joyous song of birds, rising up in the most melodious of concerts; he stopped to listen. Looking up to the hilltop, he perceived a brilliant cloud, surrounded by a light brighter than a fiery sun, and a gentle voice called him by name, saying, “Juan, come.” His first fear was transformed into a sweet happiness by this voice, and he mounted the slope. There he beheld the One he had intended to honor by hearing Her Mass. She was surrounded by a radiance so brilliant it sent out rays that seemed to transform the very rocks into scintillating jewels."
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