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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 441 |
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Croagh Patrick is the place of prayers, And Tara the assembling-place:
But each sweet wind of Ireland bears The trump of battle on its race.
From Dursey Isle to Donegal,
From Howth to Achill, the glad noise Rings: and the heirs of glory fall,
Or victory crowns their fighting joys.
A dream ! a dream ! an ancient dream !
Yet, ere peace come to Innisfail, Some weapons on some field must gleam,
Some burning glory fire the Gael.
That field may lie beneath the sun, Fair for the treading of an host:
That field in realms of thought be won, And armed minds do their uttermost:
Some way to faithful Innisfail Shall come the majesty and awe
Of martial truth, that must prevail To lay on all the eternal law. |
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