His father’s sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.—
“Land of song” said the warrior-bard,
“Though all the world betrays thee,
“One sword, at least thy rights shall guard,
“One faithful harp shall praise thee!”
* * * * *
T. Moore.
On the Catholic Emancipation Meeting
at Penenden Heath.
Mister Sheil into Kent has gone,