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New Zealand Tablet, 21 April 1921, Page 39

THE GUARDIAN SPIRIT OF IRELAND TO IRELAND. (For the N.Z. Tablet.) :■ '$ N 1 11 f: J The bark, Dark Rosaleen, is homeward bound. Hail, Land of heroes! Hail, heroic land! My spirit glows— transport thrills my ' being ■ When I i behold thy small devoted band. Soul of my Nation, Death hath no tryst. with thye, Fair is thy portion:——that Death doth win. Thou livest with all eternal things that bo: • With Honor and all High Endeavor thou art kin., THE GUARDIAN SPIRIT OF ENGLAND TO ENGLAND Soul of my Nation, Death strives for tryst with thee, For he is one with tyranny and strife?— • Wake, spirit of my race, thy sleep doth 1 torture me — For if thy sleep endures, alas! not so thy life., - Thy bark, Britannia, is stranded high-, Onthe shores of Infamy far from home;; My spirit sinks, in anguish “God” I cry, jBJOSgA . —Annie O’Donnell. US' — s , I - V'£ 1 — t cry, «eas»^sThe m. superfluities of the rich are the necessaries -of the poor. They who , possess superfluities possess the goods of others.St. Augustine. yrrr:: A-t