Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.
There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.
There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and read more
There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing.
To wander along by the wind-beaten hill.
But the day star attracted his eyes' sad devotion,
For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean,
Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion
He sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.
Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.
Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.
