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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Story</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(For the Irish Delegates in Australia)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DO you want to hear a story,<br>With a nobler praise than 'glory,'<br>Of a man who loved the right like heaven and loathed the wrong like<br>hell?<br>Then, that story let me tell you<br>Once again, though it as well you<br>Know as I — the splendid story of the man they call Parnell!<br>By the wayside of the nations,<br>Lashed with whips and execrations,<br>Helpless, hopeless, bleeding, dying, she, the Maiden Nation, lay;<br>And the burthen of dishonour<br>Weighed so grievously upon her<br>That her very children hid their eyes and crept in shame away.<br>And there as she was lying<br>Helpless, hopeless, bleeding, dying,<br>All her high-born foes came round her, fleering, jeering, as they said:<br>'What is freedom fought and won for?<br>She is down! She's dead and done for!'<br>And her weeping children shuddered as they crouched and whispered:<br>'Dead!'<br>Then suddenly up-starting,<br>All that throng before him parting,<br>See, a Man with firm step breaking through you central knot that gives;<br>And, as by some dear lost sister,<br>He knelt down, and softly kissed her,<br>And he raised his pale, proud face, and cried: 'She is not dead. She lives!<br>'O she lives, I say, and I here,<br>I am come to fight and die here<br>For the love my heart has for her like a slow consuming fire;<br>For the love of her low-lying,<br>For the hatred deep, undying<br>Of the robber lords who struck and stabbed and trod her in the mire!'<br>Then upon that cry bewildering,<br>Some of them, her hapless children —<br>In their hearts there leaped up hope like light when night gives birth to<br>day;<br>And, as mocks and threats defied him,<br>One by one they came beside him,<br>Till they stood, a band of heroes, sombre, desperate, at bay!<br>And the battle that they fought there,<br>And the bitter truth they taught there<br>To the blinded Sister-Nation suffering grievously alway,<br>All the wrong and rapine past hers,<br>Of her lords and her task-masters,<br>Is not this the larger hope of all as night gives birth to day?<br>For the lords and liars are quaking<br>At the People's stern awaking<br>From their slumber of the ages; and the Peoples slowly rise,<br>And with hands locked tight together,<br>One in heart and soul for ever,<br>Watch the sun of Light and Liberty leap up into the skies!<br>That's the story, that's the story<br>With a nobler praise than 'glory,'<br>Of the Man who loved the right like heaven and loathed the wrong like<br>hell,<br>And with calm, proud exultation<br>Bade her stand at last a nation,<br>Ireland, Ireland that is one name with the name of Charles Parnell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+William+Lauderdale+Adams">Francis William Lauderdale Adams</a><div class=q>
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With a nobler praise than 'glory,'
Of a man who loved the right like heaven and loathed the wrong like
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