Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Simms Review (Vol 9: No 2) >> Simms's Irish: An Address at Hibernian Society Hall, Charleston, South Carolina, 14 January 1999 >> Page 5

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Transcription relieve the latter from the household despotism of the former; the reason why the
attempt failed; why, probably it still must fail."
Yet, as is often the case with Simms, a poem gives us the clearest picture
of his understanding and deep feelings about the land of his father's birth. It is
entitled "Song of the Irish Patriot," which becomes a commemoration of those
great men who died in the cause of Irish freedom in 1798, the Year of Liberty, as
the Irish call it. He published it in 1828 at the age of twenty-two:

Song of The Irish Patriot
Patriot, weep not, the chain that has bound her,
The country so dear to thy heart and thy pride
The shackles which tyrants have woven around her
The strong arm of freedom shall shortly divide.
Weep not, the hour is gone by forever,
When tears had been proper for brave men to shed;
And now is the time for achievement or never
When the spirit that calls, is the voice of the dead.

Your Currans, your Emmets indignantly starting,
Now burst thro' the cearments of death and arise;
To the vigor of Freedom and Erin imparting
A spirit, that Tyranny proudly defies.
Can their sons in their servitude shamefully slumber
Is the spirit that glowed in their fathers no more
No, liberty, no—for thy champions outnumber,
And will die for each grain of the sand on thy shore.

Let the shout of the kindred soul, cordially flowing
Ascend with the mighty who've sworn to be free;
And thy sympathies grateful, to freemen bestowing
America, waft o'er the dark rolling sea.
And in long years to come when with freedom attended
The green-shore of Erin shall smile on the sight
Her prayer with the winds and the waves will be blended
That thou may'st for ever be first for the right