A guide to trace your ancestors from Lurgan, County Armagh and from the County of Armagh

Ireland an Ode




SUBLIME, above the circling sea,     
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Ierne’s pict’resque mountains rise;
The God of Nature made her free,    
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†And bless’d her clime with genial skies:
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Here LIBERTY’s inspiring voice
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬†¬† ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Made her courageous sons rejoice—¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†Their nerves be cooling breezes brac’d;
                 And oft the fierce invading Danes,
          Defeated on our warlike plains,
Fled with tumultuous haste.           

¬†¬†¬†¬†How glow’d our Bards with patriot fire,
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Whilst heav’nly FREEDOM’s praise they sung;¬†¬†¬†
  Their eager fingers swept the lyre,       
     To sounds of martial glory strung:
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† The lyre, concordant with the song—
     Harmonious, animated, strong,
¬†¬†¬†¬† With love of Virtue fill’d the breast;
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Clontarf’s gay groves the strain resound,
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Where, with unfading laurels crown’d,
Bold Conquest rear’d her crest.¬†¬†¬†¬†

Returning peace, securely gay,           
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† O’er Ireland’s pleasant region stray’d;
No serpent, in the wand’rer’s way,¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Bask’d, deathful, in the sunny glade:
                        Pure, flowing down the verdant hills,
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Clear fountains pour’d unfailing rills,
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† That health and chearfulness bestow’d;
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Where, blooming o’er the fertile ground,
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Kind nature’s bounties spread around,
Deck’d Plenty’s sweet abode.¬†¬†¬†

 Soft, smiling in angelic grace,                  
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†Our island’s youthful daughters bloom’d—
Their charming symmetry of face,     
¬†¬†¬† The roseate hues of health illun’d—
¬†¬† Vivid as light their spirits flow’d,
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† And Innocence her smile bestow’d,
                      To prompt the dance and love-taught song,
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Whilst youthful bards attun’d the lyre,
      And the soft sounds of fond desire
Echo’d the glens among.¬†¬†¬†

  In time, this enviable life                            
¬†¬†¬†¬† Gave place to manners more refin’d,
  Then petty chieftains rose, and strife  
¬†¬†¬† The youth to martial deeds inclin’d;
      Proud Tyranny, with purple vest,
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† And crown’d with gold, the land oppress’d,
 And trampled on the Rights of Man:
¬†Intestine war, inflam’d by pride,
¬†¬† With native blood our vallies dy’d
And Ireland’s woes began.¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬†By treachery invited o’er,¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†
A foreign nation hither came,             
     Then Liberty forsook our shore,                
And Ireland lost her ancient fame;
Yet Patriotism oft assail’d¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† The proud oppressor who prevail’d,
And kept a slipp’ry footing here;¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Whilst vile Disunion’s baleful night,
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Shut out the rays of Freedom’s light,
¬†And foster’d slavish Fear.¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†

¬†Now, how delightfully improv’d—¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†
Our blooming island smiles on day;
¬†By gracious Providence belov’d,¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†
   Our fields their richest fruits display:
                 Kind Commerce here her gifts bestows,
And ev’ry tide that hither flows¬†¬†
      Brings the prime produce of the globe;
                And hence our snow-white linen bears,
          Which foreign beauty proudly wears,
¬† As Health’s most cleanly robe.¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬†

Encreasing Science here imparts      
New views of Nature to the mind,
   And, with progressive grace, the Arts
¬†¬†¬† Our soft’ning manners have refin’d;
                  But Discord sometimes rears her head,
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Her hands with human blood o’erspread,
And urg’d by superstitious ire;¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†
¬†‘Till Charity’s persuasive voice¬†¬†
        Shall to the paths of Peace entice,
Then Hatred shall expire.                   

¬†¬† O ! Nature’s all-commanding Lord !¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Inspire our sould with social love—
¬† May Bigotry, by thee abhorr’d,¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†
Far from our little isle remove:
         May Innocence and Virtue here
            Prevail Рfierce Discord disappear,
  And all our efforts tend to peace;
And, Join’d in social amity,¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† May Ireland’s natives, truly free,
  See all oppression cease.                  

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