appeal to queen victoria.
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What! does indignant shame light up
That queenlike brow of thine?
And dost thou deem an insult lurks
In every written line?
That queenlike brow of thine?
And dost thou deem an insult lurks
In every written line?
Oh, lady! think thee of the tears
Thy starving people shed,
As their pale children gather round,
And beg in vain for bread.
Thy starving people shed,
As their pale children gather round,
And beg in vain for bread.
You gaze upon your princely band
Of children in their pride,
As, blest with every luxury,
Before your throne they glide;
Of children in their pride,
As, blest with every luxury,
Before your throne they glide;
And think you not that they too feel
A deep, deep love for theirs,
Although of penury and want
They are the bitter heirs?
A deep, deep love for theirs,
Although of penury and want
They are the bitter heirs?
Yes, many an Irish mother, now,
Beholds her starving child!
And gazes on its agony,
Until her brain grows wild.
Beholds her starving child!
And gazes on its agony,
Until her brain grows wild.
