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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=555432" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Have Ye Counted The Cost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will our Leaders faint and falter<br>At the foes they have to bind<br>The Ignorance and Prejudice,<br>Bigot heart and shallow mind? <br>Do they tremble at the ordeal<br>That is looming from afar<br>The battle, and the hero‐death,<br>And vict'ry's fiery car? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! the brave ones! Lion‐hearted! <br>They whose prophet‐accents rung,<br>As if pentecostal fires<br>Had been kindled on their tongue; <br>Some with words of soft persuasion,<br>Melting hearts of stern and strong,<br>Like the minor chord that waketh<br>All our tears in Irish song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some with glance, like eagles, fearless,<br>And great thoughts that kindle deeds,<br>Bowing souls of men before them<br>As the storm‐wind sweeps the reeds.<br>Will they sink down, pale and weary? <br>Vain is preaching to the wind,<br>Burning words and supplications<br>Slavish souls are deaf and blind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never! Like the protomartyr,<br>Ages since on Judah's plains,<br>While around him, furious raging,<br>Stood the fierce, unbranded Cains; <br>So, sublime in holy daring,<br>Stand our Leaders calmly there,<br>Though such grief their spirit's clouding<br>As might quickly fade young hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Grief for the idiot people,<br>Who, with suicidal hand,<br>Strive to the bind the fetters closer<br>On their prostrate, bleeding land.<br>But a silver cord of gladness<br>Is inwoven in the gloom<br>Through the midnight of our sadness,<br>Brightest stars from heaven loom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Morning comes when night is darkest,<br>Near to evil good will spring,<br>As the Indian serpent resteth<br>On the leaf that heals its sting.<br>Braver spirits will enkindle,<br>To redeem our abject race; <br>Noble hearts will beat yet nobler,<br>To retrieve our past disgrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brighter still, and brighter shining,<br>Seems the glory of the few,<br>Who, in face of earth and heaven,<br>Swear to God they dare be true.<br>Let the masses pass on scorning,<br>Seek not courage in their mind; <br>Self‐devotion, patriot fervour,<br>Spring not from the craven kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Abject tears, and prayers submissive<br>Have they eyes, and cannot see? <br>Never country gained her freedom<br>When she sued on bended knee.<br>Be our Leaders, then, still daring,<br>Bold in word, and brave in fight; <br>And when comes the day of trial,<br>Then, may God defend the Right!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lady+Jane+Wilde">Lady Jane Wilde</a><div class=q>
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At the foes they have to bind
The Ignorance and Prejudice,
Bigot heart and shallow mind? 
Do they tremble at the ordeal
That is looming from afar
The battle, and the hero‐death,
And vict'ry's fiery car? 

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