Books and other items printed in Gaelic from 1871 to 1900 > Neniae

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“If there came through woman’s failing
All the ill that cursed our earth,
In her offspring is the centre
Of all Wisdom, truth and worth.
“In all ages, and all countries
She beconies the mother might
That regenerates our systems,
That conveys along the right.
“In our land the faithful Flora
Saved a noble heart from death;
In this Lock she left one relic
Of her daring deed and faith.
“With his ’scape the simple fulness
Of a slow romantic time
Was accomplished, and its spirit
Passed into another clime,”
“Ay, fair Lady, thou hast spoken
Words of power and bitter truth;
Its sad spirit is respondent
To the world’s romantic youth.
“Ay, my Lady, thou hast spoken
Words on whose despairing wings
Portents dark before my vision
The unstaying future brings.
“So thou holdst the sombre Commune.
Hateful to Patrician clay,
Winning sympathetic feeling
Where undying hardships sway,
“Must convert the human masses
To the deadly godless faith
That annihilates distinction,
And delights in social death,
“For a season, the dread season
Of the wonders and the signs
Which are held to be prophetic
Of that period that declines