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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 185 |
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And it is given !—the surge —
The tree, the rock, the sand — On Freedom's kneeling spirit urge, In sounds that speak but to the free, The memory of thine and thee !
The vision of thy band Still gleams within the glorious dell Where their gore hallow'd as it fell!
And is thy grandeur done ?
Mother of men like these ! Has not thy outcry gone, Where Justice has an ear to hear ?— Be holy ! God shall guide thy spear;
Till in thy crimson'd seas Are plunged the chain and scimitar, Greece shall be a new-born Star !
THE ISLAND OF ATLANTIS
" For at that time the Atlantic Sea was navigable, and had an island before that mouth which is called by you Pillars of Hercules. But this island was greater than both Lybya and all Asia together, and afforded an easy passage to other neighbouring islands, as it was easy to pass from those islands to all the continent which borders on this Atlantic Sea. . . . But, in succeeding times, prodigious earthquakes and deluges taking place, and bringing with them desolation in the space of one day and night, all that warlike race of Athenians was at once merged under the earth ; and the Atlantic island itself, being absorbed in the sea, entirely disappeared."—Plato's Timaus.
O
H 1 thou Atlantic, dark and deep, Thou wilderness of waves, Where all the tribes of earth might sleep In their uncrowded graves! |
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