Across the main his brothers twain
Were sent to pine and rue;
And still they turn'd, with hearts that burn'd,
In hopeless love to you,
Dear land—
In hopeless love to you.
IV.
My boyish ear still clung to hear
Of Erin's pride of yore,
Ere Norman foot had dar'd pollute
Her independent shore.
Of chiefs long dead who rose to head
Some gallant patriot few,
Till all my aim on earth became
To strike one blow for you,
Dear land—
To strike one blow for you.
V.
What path is best your rights to wrest,
Let other heads divine;
By work or word, with voice or sword,
To follow them be mine.
The breast that zeal and hatred steel
No terrors can subdue;
If death should come, that martyrdom
Were sweet, endured for you,
Dear land—
Were sweet, endured for you.
EPIGRAM.
On the Mail's announcement of the intended arrests, ending with "Long live Earl De Grey—God save the Queen."
"God save the Queen"—long live De Grey!
Our foes know well what this may mean,
When for such statemen's lives they pray,
They well may add—"God save the Queen."
