To Eire

Lyrics

To Thee, Beloved, of old there came The sailers of a thousand ships Who learned to love Thy hidden name And love the music on Thy lips; But some, who thought to build Thy pyre And on its ruin rear a throne Have loved to sit around Thy fire And count Thy saddest songs their own; And sons of Thine, who broke love's bands To seek a fabled far-off shore Grope thro' the world with aching hands And hunger for Thee evermore; For, tho' Thy sorrow may not cease Tho', blessing, Thou are still unblest Thou has for men a Gift of Peace O Daughtеr of Divine Unrest!