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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419050" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Feast Of The Gael</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">St. Patrick’s Day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>WHAT a onion of hearts is the love of a mother<br>When races of men in her name unite! <br>For love of Old Erin, and love of each other, <br>The boards of the Gael are full to-night! <br>Their millions of men have one toast and one topic— <br>Their feuds laid aside and their envies removed; <br>From the pines of the Pole to the palms of the Tropic, <br>They drink: 'The dear Land we have prayed for and loved!' <br>They are One by the bond of a time-honored fashion;<br>Though strangers may see but the lights of their feast, <br>Beneath lies the symbol of faith and of passion<br>Alike of the Pagan and Christian priest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.<br>When native laws by native kings<br>At Tara were decreed, <br>The grand old Gheber worship <br>Was the form of Erin's creed. <br>The Sun, Life-giver, was God on high; <br>Men worshipped the Power they saw; <br>And they kept the faith as the ages rolled <br>By the solemn Beltane law. <br>Each year, on the Holy Day, was quenched <br>The household fires of the land; <br>And the Druid priest, at the midnight hour, <br>Brought forth the flaming brand,— <br>The living spark for the Nation's hearths,— <br>From the Monarch's hand it came,<br>Whose fire at Tara spread the sign—<br>And the people were One by the flame! <br>And Baal was God! till Patrick came, <br>By the Holy Name inspired; <br>On the Beltane night, in great Tara's sight, <br>His pile at Slane was fired. <br>And the deed that was death was the Nation's life, <br>And the doom of the Pagan bane; <br>For Erin still keeps Beltane night, <br>But lights her lamp at Slane! <br>Though fourteen centuries pile their dust <br>On the mound of the Druid's grave, <br>To-night is The Beltane! Bright the fire <br>That Holy Patrick gave! <br>To-night is The Beltane! Let him heed <br>Who studieth creed and race: <br>Old times and gods are dead, and we <br>Are far from the ancient place; <br>The waves of centuries, war, and waste, <br>Of famine, gallows, and goal, <br>Have swept our land; but the world to-night <br>Sees the Beltane Fire of the Gael!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III.<br>O land of sad fate! like a desolate queen,<br>Who remembers in sorrow the crown of her glory, <br>The love of thy children not strangely is seen—<br>For humanity weeps at thy heart-touching story. <br>Strong heart in affliction! that draweth thy foes<br>Till they love thee more dear than thine own generation: <br>Thy strength is increased as thy life-current flows,—<br>What were death to another is Ireland's salvation! <br>God scatters her sons like the seed on the lea,<br>And they root where they fall, be it mountain or furrow; <br>They come to remain and remember; and she<br>In their growth will rejoice in a blissful to-morrow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They sing in strange lands the sweet songs of their home,<br>Their emerald Zion enthroned in the billows; <br>To work, not to weep by the rivers they come:<br>Their harps are not hanged in despair on the willows. <br>The hope of the mother beats youthful and strong,<br>Responsive and true to her children's pulsations, <br>No petrified heart has she saved from the wrong—<br>Our Niobe lives for her place 'mong the nations!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then drink, all her sons—be they Keltic or Danish, <br>Or Norman or Saxon—one mantle was o'er us; <br>Let race lines, and creed lines, and every line, vanish— <br>We drink as the Gael: 'To the Mother that bore us! '</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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WHAT a onion of hearts is the love of a mother
When races of men in her name unite! 
For love of Old Erin, and love of each other, 
The boards of the Gael are full to-night! 
Their millions of men have one toast and one top..."></div>
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