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72 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF
Earl Richard too, Fell Norman as he was and fierce — Of him and his he dared rehearse
The story true.
O'er all low limits still his mind Soared catholic and unconfined,
From malice free. On Irish soil he only saw One State, One People, and One Law,
One Destiny.
Truth was his solitary test,
His star, his chart, his east, his west;
Nor is there aught In text, in ocean, or in mine, Of greater worth, or more divine
Than this he sought.
With gentle hand he rectified The errors of old bardic pride,
And set aright The story of our devious past. And left it, as it now must last,
Full in the light. |
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THE GOBBAN SAOR
HE stepped a man, out of the ways of men, And no one knew his sept, or rank, or name, Like a strong stream far issuing from a glen, From some source unexplored the Master came; |
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