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Thread #160456 Message #3807435
Posted By: Jim Dixon
29-Aug-16 - 03:36 PM
Thread Name: req:You Are Come of Gentle Blood/Lesson in Heroism
Subject: Lyr Add: THE LESSON (Robert Dwyer Joyce)
The poem posted by Rain Dog above can be found in Ballads of Irish Chivalry by Robert Dwyer Joyce (Boston: Patrick Donahoe, 1872), page 273, where it has 3 additional verses. I can well understand someone not wanting to sing those verses, though.
THE LESSON.
TO MY SON.
1. Boy, you are come of gentle blood,
Though now of poor degree, —
Where'er you go, may God the Good
Smile on your destiny;
Whate'er your future, dark or bright,
Through life's becheckered span,
In fortune's glow, or blackest night,
Still prove yourself a MAN!
2. While toiling up life's mountain rude,
O'er pathways insecure,
A kindly bond of brotherhood
Should bind you to the poor;
Whome'er you see misfortune grip
And wither 'neath her ban,
Go, grasp his hand in fellowship,
And prove yourself a MAN!
3. Whate'er you sow in heedless youth,
In manhood you will reap;
Then walk in virtue's path of truth,
And God's commandments keep,
For virtue is the surest friend
Since life and time began;
Then with her arms your soul defend,
And prove yourself a MAN.
4. Whene'er you see some coward slave
To foreign rule incline;
For foreign gold, the sordid knave,
His native land malign;
From peasants born, or nobly sprung,
Howe'er his life-stream ran,
Go, curb the dastard's villain tongue,
And prove yourself a MAN!
5. His native land! Our native land!
I hear the warning hum,
Along the plains, from strand to strand,
Of dangerous days to come;
But soldier poor, or general high,
To lead her battle's van,
On danger look with steady eye,
And prove yourself a MAN!
6. For Ireland oft your fathers dreed
Misfortune's doomful wrath,
But yet in Ireland's darkest need
Still tread the patriot's path;
A day shall come, whose glorious wind
Her victor flags will fan,
With Christian soul and patriot mind,
Then prove yourself a MAN!
7. O! wealth it is a faithless thing,
And false are pride and fame;
For death may snap the human string
While loudest throats acclaim;
Then ne'er let wealth, or fame, or pride,
Your youthful heart trepan, —
Let Christian honor be your guide,
And prove yourself a MAN!