Poems (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: To Denis A. McCarthy 39 One very snowy, stormy night in December, 1907, the Irish poet, Denis A. McCarthy, was welcomed as a guest at the School of Expression. The following was Dr. Curry's introduction: To Denis A. Mccarthy on a time, long years ago ? How long it was, I hardly know, Perhaps 'twas fifty years or more Although he seems about a score, We cannot tell; his heart is young Joy ever wags a youthful tongue And we must always be quite wary With one who comes from Tipperary ? Came Denis from the Emerald Isle To warm cold Boston to a smile. With wit and singing he can carry All to his far-off Tipperary. Though drifts the snow ? he still can bring The breeze that cheers us " In the Spring." And oh, we 're glad his heart still thrills And sings to us of Ireland's Hills. . . . He is like a fay or Irish fairy This Denis from his Tipperary. We give a welcome truly hearty And call him Denis A. McCarty. But, he explains, you make a botch That's not my name, I am not Scotch. 40 To Denis A. McCarthy And then with feeling far from wrathy We call him Den (one N) McCarthy. . . . We cannot quite forgive him that He was not truly christened Pat. But still whatever be his name We love him deeply just the same. His gentle heart, though far he roam, Grows warmest at the thought of home; And he to-night comes here to sing Of things that thrilled him " In the Spring." And though outside December's snowing, And winter storms are fiercely blowing, Not one of you will ever know it While listening to our Irish poet. He sure will thrill our hearts and carry All of us far to Tipperary, To see " the feathered folk assemble," And feel " the joyful air a-tremble " For we shall all forget the gale And see in spring " the golden ...