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I	A
TEAR down the crape from the column Let the shaft stand white and fair	B
Be silent the wailing music there is no death in the air	B
We come not in plaint or sorrow no tears may dim our sight	C
We dare not weep o'er the epitaph we have not dared to write	C
Come hither with glowing faces the sire the youth and the child	D
This grave is a shrine for reverent hearts and hands that are undefiled	D
Its ashes are inspiration it giveth us strength to bear	B
And sweepeth away dissension and nerveth the will to dare	B
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In the midst of the tombs a Gravestone and written thereon no word	D
And behold at the head of the grave a gibbet a torch and a sword	D
And the people kneel by the gibbet and pray by the nameless stone	E
For the torch to be lit and the name to be writ and the sword's red work to be done	F
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II	A
With pride and not with grief	G
We lay this century leaf	G
Upon the tomb with hearts that do not falter	H
A few brief toiling years	I
Since fell the nation's tears	J
And lo the patriot's gibbet is an altar	H
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The people that are blest	D
Have him they love the best	D
To mount the martyr's scaffold when they need him	K
And vain the cords that bind	D
While the nation's steadfast mind	D
Like the needle to the pole is true to freedom	L
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III	A
Three powers there are that dominate the world	D
Fraud Force and Right and two oppress the one	F
The bolts of Fraud and Force like twins are hurled	D
Against them ever standeth Right alone	E
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Cyclopian strokes the brutal allies give	M
Their fetters massive and their dungeon walls	N
Beneath their yoke weak nations cease to live	O
And valiant Right itself defenseless falls	N
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Defaced is law and justice slain at birth	P
Good men are broken malefactors thrive	O
But when the tyrants tower o'er the earth	P
Behind their wheels strong right is still alive	O
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Alive like seed that God's own hand has sown	E
Like seed that lieth in the lowly furrow	Q
But springs to life when wintry winds are blown	E
To day the earth is gray 'tis green to morrow	Q
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The roots strike deep despite the rulers' power	H
The plant grows strong with summer sun and rain	R
Till autumn bursts the deep red hearted flower	H
And freedom marches to the front again	S
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While slept the right and reigned the dual wrong	T
Unchanged unchecked for half a thousand years	I
In tears of blood we cried 'O Lord how long '	-
And even God seemed deaf to Erin's tears	J
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But when she lay all weak and bruised and broken	F
Her white limbs seared with cruel chain and thorn	U
As bursts the cloud the lightning word was spoken	F
God's seed took root His crop of men was born	U
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With one deep breath began the land's progression	F
On every field the seeds of freedom fell	V
Burke Grattan Flood and Curran in the session	F
Fitzgerald Sheares and Emmet in the cell	V
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Such teachers soon aroused the dormant nation	F
Such sacrifice insured the endless fight	D
The voice of Grattan smote wrong's domination	F
The death of Emmet sealed the cause of right	D
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IV	O
Richest of gifts to a nation Death with the living crown	W
Type of ideal manhood to the people's heart brought down	W
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Fount of the hopes we cherish test of the things we do	D
Gorgon's face for the traitor talisman for the true	D
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Sweet is the love of a woman and sweet is the kiss of a child	D
Sweet is the tender strength and the bravery of the mild	D
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But sweeter than all for embracing all is the young life's peerless price	X
The young heart laid on the altar as a nation's sacrifice	X
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How can the debt be canceled Prayers and tears we may give	O
But how recall the anguish of hearts that have ceased to live	O
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Flushed with the pride of genius filled with the strength of life	O
Thrilled with delicious passion for her who would be his wife	O
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This was the heart he offered the upright life he gave	O
This is the silent sermon of the patriot's nameless grave	O
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Shrine of a nation's honor stone left blank for a name	Y
Light on the dark horizon to guide us clear from shame	Y
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Chord struck deep with the keynote telling us what can save	O
'A nation among the nations ' or forever a nameless grave	O
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Such is the will of the martyr the burden we still must bear	B
But even from death he reaches the legacy to share	B
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He teaches the secret of manhood the watchword of those who aspire	Z
That men must follow freedom though it lead through blood and fire	H
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That sacrifice is the bitter draught which freemen still mast quaff	O
That every patriotic life is the patriot's epitaph	O

John Boyle O'reilly

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