| James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902. | | | | September 20 | | She Is Far from the Land | | By Thomas Moore (1779–1852) |
| | | SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, | |
| And lovers around her are sighing; | |
| But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, | |
| For her heart in his grave is lying! | |
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| She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, | 5 |
| Every note which he loved awaking— | |
| Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, | |
| How the heart of the minstrel is breaking! | |
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| He had lived for his love, for his country he died, | |
| They were all that to life had entwined him,— | 10 |
| Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, | |
| Nor long will his love stay behind him. | |
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| Oh! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest, | |
| When they promise a glorious to-morrow; | |
| They’ll shine o’er her sleep like a smile from the West | 15 |
| From her own loved Island or Sorrow. | | | | |
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