William Rooney, A Centenary Ode, 1898
Still forms, grey dust, black stones in Dublin city,|
A grave in green Kildare,
And many a grassy mound that moves our pity
Oer Erin everywhere.
2. Cave Hill above the Lagans noises rearing
3. Killala still her weary watch maintaining
4. Ross, Wexford, Gorey, Oulart, Tubberneering,
5. These, through a hundred years of gloom and doubting
6. These, in the hearts of all the true men, waken|
The olden fires anew;
These tell of hope unquenched and faith unshaken,
Of something still to do.
7. They bring us visions, full of tears and sorrow,
8. But, too, they whisper notes of preparation
9. Then to the staff-head let our flag ascending,
10. Tell to the nations, though the grass is oer them,
11. And by their graves we swear this year of story|
To battle side by side,
Till Freedom crowns with immemorial glory
The Cause for which they died.
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