John Farrell

Sleep Heart of Gold! 'Twas not in vain You loved the struggling and the poor, And taught, in sweet and strenuous strain To battle and endure. The lust of wealth, the pride of place, Were not a light to guide thy feet,

I can't say I ever knew the lady.

Why didst thou mask the radiant smile thou wearest? Why wert thou veiled from all the eager eyes? Why left so long, O first of lands and fairest, Beneath thy tent of unconjectured skies?

O radiant Land! o'er whom the sun's first dawning Fell brightest when God said, "Let there be light"; O'er whom the day hung out its bluest awning Flushed to white deeps of star-lustre by night!