IRELAND: A Sonnet.

Observer, Volume 4, Issue 98, 29 July 1882, Page 314

IRELAND: A Sonnet.

. ,8, _ Erin ! I would that thou couldst separate (And 'tis my fond belief thou wilt at length) From that proud pyramid of perfect strength To whose broad base thy nock is bound : a fate Unworthy of thine ancient princely state, Unworthy of the deeds that thou hast done, Unworthy of the great souls who have shone Throughout thy land, in early days and late 1 I would that, being separated, thou Couldst raise from out thy ruins, scattered wide, Another pyramid, from base to brow, Like unto it : aye ! stone for stoiie, denied That Gorgon-headed Glutton on tlio top, Who lazily devours the poor man's crop. Then would the. wide world wonder, seeing thoe (Late but a little wild, uneared for flower) A monument of Love, and Law, and Power : A land where every man's a man and free, Ancl eacli man great in his free mind's degree ; Where no one man is greater than another, Savo but in that wliieh makcth. him a brother To every man — the Soul's supremacy. Alas ! tliinc own fond children forge thy chain With double links each day . their downtrod minds, Fleeing to fire and murder to regain Sweet Liberty, but strengthen the bond that binds, — ■ For they who in their aidance would have stood, Turn in abhorrence from the scenes of blood. Geo. H.