DEDICATION.
MMY COUNTRY, wounded to the heart,Could I but flash along thy soulElectric power to rive apartThe thunder-clouds that round thee roll,And, by my burning words, upliftThy life from out Death's icy drift,Till the full splendours of our ageShone round thee for thy heritage—As Miriam's, by the Red Sea strandClashing proud cymbals, so my handWould strike thy harp,Loved Ireland!
MMY COUNTRY, wounded to the heart,Could I but flash along thy soulElectric power to rive apartThe thunder-clouds that round thee roll,And, by my burning words, upliftThy life from out Death's icy drift,Till the full splendours of our ageShone round thee for thy heritage—As Miriam's, by the Red Sea strandClashing proud cymbals, so my handWould strike thy harp,Loved Ireland!
MMY COUNTRY, wounded to the heart,Could I but flash along thy soulElectric power to rive apartThe thunder-clouds that round thee roll,And, by my burning words, upliftThy life from out Death's icy drift,Till the full splendours of our ageShone round thee for thy heritage—As Miriam's, by the Red Sea strandClashing proud cymbals, so my handWould strike thy harp,Loved Ireland!
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MY COUNTRY, wounded to the heart,Could I but flash along thy soulElectric power to rive apartThe thunder-clouds that round thee roll,And, by my burning words, upliftThy life from out Death's icy drift,Till the full splendours of our ageShone round thee for thy heritage—As Miriam's, by the Red Sea strandClashing proud cymbals, so my handWould strike thy harp,Loved Ireland!
She flung her triumphs to the starsIn glorious chants for freedom won,While over Pharaoh's gilded carsThe 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, crownSome Prophet-Leader, with commandTo break the strength of Egypt's band,And set thee free,Loved Ireland!
She flung her triumphs to the starsIn glorious chants for freedom won,While over Pharaoh's gilded carsThe 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, crownSome Prophet-Leader, with commandTo break the strength of Egypt's band,And set thee free,Loved Ireland!
She flung her triumphs to the starsIn glorious chants for freedom won,While over Pharaoh's gilded carsThe 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, crownSome Prophet-Leader, with commandTo break the strength of Egypt's band,And set thee free,Loved Ireland!
She flung her triumphs to the starsIn glorious chants for freedom won,While over Pharaoh's gilded carsThe 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, crownSome Prophet-Leader, with commandTo 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 courseStir the deep torrents 'neath the snow.The woman's voice dies in the strifeOf Liberty's awakening life;We wait the hero heart to lead,The hero, who can guide at need,And strike with bolder, stronger hand,Though towering hosts his path withstandThy golden harp,Loved Ireland!
New energies, from higher source,Must make the strong life-currents flow,As Alpine glaciers in their courseStir the deep torrents 'neath the snow.The woman's voice dies in the strifeOf Liberty's awakening life;We wait the hero heart to lead,The hero, who can guide at need,And strike with bolder, stronger hand,Though towering hosts his path withstandThy golden harp,Loved Ireland!
New energies, from higher source,Must make the strong life-currents flow,As Alpine glaciers in their courseStir the deep torrents 'neath the snow.The woman's voice dies in the strifeOf Liberty's awakening life;We wait the hero heart to lead,The hero, who can guide at need,And strike with bolder, stronger hand,Though towering hosts his path withstandThy golden harp,Loved Ireland!
New energies, from higher source,Must make the strong life-currents flow,As Alpine glaciers in their courseStir the deep torrents 'neath the snow.The woman's voice dies in the strifeOf Liberty's awakening life;We wait the hero heart to lead,The hero, who can guide at need,And strike with bolder, stronger hand,Though towering hosts his path withstandThy golden harp,Loved Ireland!
For I can breathe no trumpet call,To make the slumb'ring Soul arise;I only lift the funeral-pall,That so God's light might touch thine eyes,And ring the silver prayer-bell clear,To rouse thee from thy trance of fear;Yet, if thy mighty heart has stirred,Even with one pulse-throb at my word,Then not in vain my woman's handHas struck thy gold harp while I stand,Waiting thy riseLoved Ireland!
For I can breathe no trumpet call,To make the slumb'ring Soul arise;I only lift the funeral-pall,That so God's light might touch thine eyes,And ring the silver prayer-bell clear,To rouse thee from thy trance of fear;Yet, if thy mighty heart has stirred,Even with one pulse-throb at my word,Then not in vain my woman's handHas struck thy gold harp while I stand,Waiting thy riseLoved Ireland!
For I can breathe no trumpet call,To make the slumb'ring Soul arise;I only lift the funeral-pall,That so God's light might touch thine eyes,And ring the silver prayer-bell clear,To rouse thee from thy trance of fear;Yet, if thy mighty heart has stirred,Even with one pulse-throb at my word,Then not in vain my woman's handHas struck thy gold harp while I stand,Waiting thy riseLoved Ireland!
For I can breathe no trumpet call,To make the slumb'ring Soul arise;I only lift the funeral-pall,That so God's light might touch thine eyes,And ring the silver prayer-bell clear,To rouse thee from thy trance of fear;Yet, if thy mighty heart has stirred,Even with one pulse-throb at my word,Then not in vain my woman's handHas struck thy gold harp while I stand,Waiting thy riseLoved Ireland!