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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Erin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Come, sing a new song to her here while we listen!' <br>They cry to her sons who sing; <br>And one sings: ' Mavourneen, it makes the eyes glisten<br>To think how the sorrows cling, <br>Like the clouds on your mountains, wreathing <br>Their green to a weeping gray! ' <br>And the bard with his passionate breathing <br>Has no other sweet word to say. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come sing a new song!' and their eyes, while they're speaking,<br>Are dreaming of far-off things; <br>And their hearts are away for the old words seeking, <br>Unheeding of him who sings. <br>But he smiles and sings on, for the sound so slender <br>Has reached the deep note he knows; <br>And the heart-poem stirred by the word so tender <br>Out from the well-spring flows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he says in his song: '0 dhtar dheelish! the tearful!<br>She's ready to laugh when she cries!' <br>And they sob when they hear: 'Sure she's sad when she's cheerful;<br>And she smiles with the tears in her eyes!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he asks them : What need of new poets to praise her?<br>Her harpers still sing in the past; <br>And her first sweet old melodies com fort and raise her<br>To joys never reached by her last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What need of new hero, with Brian? or preacher,<br>With Patrick? or soldier, with Conn? <br>With her dark Ollamh Fohla, what need of a teacher,<br>Sage, ruler, and builder in one?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What need of new lovers, with Deirdre and Imer?<br>With wonders and visions and elves <br>Sure no need at all has romancer or rhymer, <br>When the fairies belong to ourselves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What need of new tongues? O, the Gaelic is clearest,<br>Like Nature's own voice every word; <br>'Ahagur! Acushla! SavourneenI' the dearest<br>The ear of a girl ever heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They may talk of new causes! Dhar Dhia .' our old one<br>Is fresher than ever to-day; <br>Like Erin's green sod that is steaming to God <br>The blood it has drunk in the fray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have scattered her seed, with her blood and hate in it,<br>And the harvest has come to her here; <br>Her crown still remains for the strong heart to win it, <br>And the hour of acceptance is near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through ages of warfare and famine and prison<br>Her voice and her spirit were free: <br>But the longest night ends, and her name has uprisen:<br>The sunburst is red on the sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What need of new songs? When his country is singing.<br>What word has the Poet to say, <br>But to drink her a toast while the joy-bells are ringing <br>The dawn of her opening day? <br>'O Bride of the Sea! may the world know your <br>As well as it knows your tears!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As your past was for Freedom, so be your hereafter;<br>And through all your coming years<br>May no weak race be wronged, and no strong robber feared; <br>To oppressors grow hateful, to slaves more endeared; <br>Till the world comes to know that the test of a cause <br>Is the hatred of tyrants, and Erin's applause!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</a><div class=q>
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