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278 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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No retribution should we seek — Too long has horror reigned ;
By mercy marked may freedom rise, By cruelty unstained.
Nor shall a tyrant's ashes mix With those our martyred dead;
This is the place where Erin's sons In Erin's cause have bled.
And those who here are laid at rest, Oh ! hallowed be each name;
Their memories are forever blest — Consigned to endless fame.
Unconsecrated is this ground,
Unblest by holy hands; No bell here tolls its solemn sound, ' No monument here stands.
But here the patriot's tears are shed, The poor man's blessing given ;
These consecrate the virtuous dead, These waft their fame to heaven. |
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