“‘The stranger shall hear thy lament on his plain;
The sigh of thy harp shall be sent o’er the deep.’”
We have given an outline sketch of the condition of Ireland just before and in the early stages of the famine; in our next we shall endeavor to trace what progress she has made from that sad period to her present improved position in 1878.
Copyright: Rev. I. T. Hecker. 1878.
THE BLESSED VIRGIN.
Like chants which fade yet linger still to bless,
While float their formless notes of joy or dole,
So thought doth grieve for words beyond control,