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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 483 |
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TO IRELAND
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Y country, wounded to the heart, Could I but flash along thy soul Electric power to rive apart The thunder-clouds that round thee roll, And, by my burning words, uplift Thy life from out Death's icy drift, Till the full splendors of our age Shone round thee for thy heritage — As Miriam's, by the Red Sea strand Clashing proud cymbals, so my hand Would strike thy harp, Loved Ireland !
She flung her triumphs to the stars
In glorious chants for freedom won, While over Pharaoh's gilded cars
The fierce, death-bearing waves rolled on ; I can but look in God's great face, And pray him for our fated race, To come in Sinai thunders down, And, with his mystic radiance, crown Some prophet-leader, with command To break the strength of Egypt's band, And set thee free, Loved Ireland !
New energies, from higher source,
Must make the strong life-currents flow,
As Alpine glaciers in their course
Stir the deep torrents 'neath the snow.
The woman's voice dies in the strife
Of Liberty's awakening life; |
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