Song Of Innisfail
by Thomas Moore
They came from a land beyond the sea,
And now o'er the western main
Set sail, in their good ships, gallantly,
From the sunny land of Spain.
Oh, where's the Isle we've seen in dreams,1
Our destin'd home or grave?
Thus sung they as, by the morning's beams,
They swept the Atlantic wave.
And, lo, where afar o'er ocean shines
A sparkle of radiant green,
As though in that deep lay emerald mines,
Whose light thro' the wave was seen.
'Tis Innisfail 2 -- 'tis Innisfail!
Rings o'er the echoing sea;
While, bending to heav'n, the warriors hail
That home of the brave and free.
Then turn'd they unto the Eastern wave,
Where now their Day-God's eye
A look of such sunny omen gave
As lighted up sea and sky.
Nor frown was seen through sky or sea,
Nor tear o'er leaf or sod,
When first on their Isle of Destiny
Our great forefathers trod.
Notes to the poem:
Milesius remembered the remarkable prediction of the principal Druid, who foretold that the posterity of Gadelus should obtain the possession of a Western Island (which was Ireland), and there inhabit. -- Keating.
2 The Island of Destiny - one of the ancient names of Ireland.
Source:The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore.
Copyright undated, very old
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