I AM OF IRISH AMERICA
Mary Holt Moore
I am a child of immigrants.
I am of a people who for over 800 years have bent a knee to no king but the King of Heaven and bowed a head to no queen but the Queen of Heaven.
I am of a dispersed people, sent in slavery to Barbados
In chains to Australia
In famine to America.
I am of a people who tore themselves from their Father’s trembling arms,
kissed their tear stained mother’s face goodbye.
Traveled all over the world to keep a roof over beloved heads, and food on the hungry table.
I am of an empire on which no sun has set, for wherever you go in this whole wide world,
Wherever a House of God has risen, where ever a house of learning founded,
or a tree of liberty planted by loving hands, and watered by the tears of an Irish exile,
there you will find the Irish Empire.
I thank God for the blood of my Fathers,
I thank God for the land of my birth.
I pray that God will save Ireland
I pray that God will continue to Bless America.