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Lines To Hogan	A
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Chisel the likeness of The Chief	B
Not in gaiety nor grief	B
Change not by your art to stone	C
Ireland's laugh or Ireland's moan	C
Dark her tale and none can tell	D
Its fearful chronicle so well	D
Her frame is bent her wounds are deep	E
Who like him her woes can weep	E
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He can be gentle as a bride	F
While none can rule with kinglier pride	F
Calm to hear and wise to prove	G
Yet gay as lark in soaring love	H
Well it were posterity	I
Should have some image of his glee	I
That easy humour blossoming	J
Like the thousand flowers of spring	J
Glorious the marble which could show	K
His bursting sympathy for woe	K
Could catch the pathos flowing wild	L
Like mother's milk to craving child	L
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And oh how princely were the art	M
Could mould his mien or tell his heart	M
When sitting sole on Tara's hill	N
While hung a million on his will	N
Yet not in gaiety nor grief	B
Chisel the image of our Chief	B
Nor even in that haughty hour	O
When a nation owned his power	O
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But would you by your art unroll	N
His own and Ireland's secret soul	N
And give to other times to scan	P
The greatest greatness of the man	P
Fierce defiance let him be	I
Hurling at our enemy	I
From a base as fair and sure	Q
As our love is true and pure	Q
Let his statue rise as tall	N
And firm as a castle wall	N
On his broad brow let there be	I
A type of Ireland's history	I
Pious generous deep and warm	R
Strong and changeful as a storm	R
Let whole centuries of wrong	S
Upon his recollection throng	S
Strongbow's force and Henry's wile	N
Tudor's wrath and Stuart's guile	N
And iron Strafford's tiger jaws	T
And brutal Brunswick's penal laws	T
Not forgetting Saxon faith	U
Not forgetting Norman scath	U
Not forgetting William's word	V
Not forgetting Cromwell's sword	W
Let the Union's fetter vile	N
The shame and ruin of our isle	N
Let the blood of 'Ninety Eight	X
And our present blighting fate	X
Let the poor mechanic's lot	Y
And the peasant's ruined cot	Y
Plundered wealth and glory flown	C
Ancient honours overthrown	C
Let trampled altar rifled urn	Z
Knit his look to purpose stern	Z
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Mould all this into one thought	A2
Like wizard cloud with thunder fraught	A2
Still let our glories through it gleam	B2
Like fair flowers through a flooded stream	B2
Or like a flashing wave at night	C2
Bright 'mid the solemn darkness bright	C2
Let the memory of old days	D2
Shine through the statesman's anxious face	E2
Dathi's power and Brian's fame	F2
And headlong Sarsfield's sword of flame	F2
And the spirit of Red Hugh	G2
And the pride of 'Eighty Two	G2
And the victories he won	H2
And the hope that leads him on	A
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Let whole armies seem to fly	N
From his threatening hand and eye	N
Be the strength of all the land	I2
Like a falchion in his hand	I2
And be his gesture sternly grand	I2
A braggart tyrant swore to smite	I2
A people struggling for their right	I2
O'Connell dared him to the field	I2
Content to die but never yield	I2
Fancy such a soul as his	J2
In a moment such as this	K2
Like cataract or foaming tide	I2
Or army charging in its pride	I2
Thus he spoke and thus he stood	I2
Proffering in our cause his blood	I2
Thus his country loves him best	I2
To image this is your behest	I2
Chisel thus and thus alone	C
If to man you'd change the stone	C

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