THE OHIO.

HINES

Wriaen on the celebration ef ssPatrick's

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By BISHOP ENGLAND. Oi who tbat has not wandered far

 From where he first drew vital air, Gan teii how bright these visions are, Which still surround our faneies there? And. ohi tis sweet round memory's throne When time and distance guide the way To cite the scenes that long have flown, And view them OCT on Patrick's day. Tho distant from our native shore,

 And bound by fortune's stern decree To tread our native isle no more,

 Still Erin we must think of thees Is there heart of Irish mould

 That does not own the magic sway, Which prompts the gen'rous patriot soul, To celebrate OUT Patriek's day. No nation e'er at freedoms shrine,

 Has sacrificed so much as we Our blood has flown in every cline

 That raised the shout of liberty! But, ohi will freedom never smile,

 Or shed the bright and cheering ray, To light once more our native Isle,

 And raise our hopes on Patrick's day? Yes, Erin! raise thy dropping brow,

 And wreath it with thy shamrock green, Go tell thy proud and naughty foe,

 That she's no longer oceans queen. Columbia's banner floats on high,

 Her eagle seizes nits prey Then, Erin. wipe thy fearful eye,

 And cheer thy hopes on Patrick's day. Our gallant sons have nobly bought

 Columbia's gratitude for thee: h freedoms cause they've nobiy fought, And shed their blood for victory! Then strike the harp and fill the bowl, Let tyrants grumble as they may, The toast we'll drink isssAlbion's fall, ; And Erin's joy on Patrickss day