Missouri Irish: The Original History of the Irish in Missouri
The first history ever written on the Irish in Kansas City, St. Louis, The Irish Wilderness and Missouri at large. Includes the early settlers and settlements, family history, parades, organizations, politics, from the earliest times to modern day. This is the only enlarged and updated edition ever in print. Sources for futher study included. Indexed. Authored by the most published author in the field. Free "Missouri Irish" companion podcast series to this book, hosted by the author, at www.Irishroots.com
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Page 12 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed. Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
Page 12 - ... once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. ^ So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells : The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she lives.