AN APPEAL TO QUEEN VICTORIA,
IN BEHALF OE THE IRISH.
WRITTEN DURING THE LATE FAMINE IN IRELAND.
"The oats were blighted on the stalk,—
The corn before its bloom,—
And many a hand that held the plow
Is pulseless in the tomb!
There is no playing in the streets—
The haggard children move
Like mournful phantoms, mute and slow,
Uncheered by hope or love."—Mrs. Sigourney.
The corn before its bloom,—
And many a hand that held the plow
Is pulseless in the tomb!
There is no playing in the streets—
The haggard children move
Like mournful phantoms, mute and slow,
Uncheered by hope or love."—Mrs. Sigourney.
Oh! take the bauble from thy brow,—
Yes, lift it from thy head,—
And sell those costly gems of thine,
And buy thy people bread!
Yes, lift it from thy head,—
And sell those costly gems of thine,
And buy thy people bread!
