WRITTEN IN IRELAND. Mary Alcock (née Cumberland) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T86344 Alcock [née Cumberland], Mary, 1741?–1798. Poems, &c. &c. by the Late Mrs. Mary Alcock [poems only]. London Printed for C. Dilly, Poultry 1799 pp. 78-80. vii,[25],183,[1]p.

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WRITTEN IN IRELAND . How blest would be Iërne's isle , Were bigotry and all it's guile Chac'd as a cloud away ; Then would Religion rear her head , And sweet Contentment round her spread , Like a new dawn of day . Come then , oh come , thou Truth divine ! With double radiance deign to shine , Thy heavenly light expand ; 'Tis thine to chase these clouds of night , Which darken and confound the sight In this divided land . Attendant on thy prosp'rous train I see sweet Peace with honest gain Spread wide her liberal hand , While Discord , mask'd deep disguise , Abash'd from forth her presence flies , Struck by her magic wand . Around , where now in ruins lie Thy sacred altars , I espy Fair Order rear each pile , Whilst o'er thy wilds forlorn and waste , Lo , Industry with nimble haste Makes hill and valley smile . No more thy sons in fell despite , A murderous band array'd in white , Shall deal destruction round ; Each man beneath his vine shall rest , No more by Bigotry opprest , But Truth by Peace be crown'd . Then shall Iërne tune her lyre , And with united voice conspire To hail her happy state ; All hail , Iërne , Nature's pride , No more shall wars thy land divide , Wert thou as good as great .