Transfiguring from anguish, ages long.

True, they have strangled Freedom on the cross

Of every Right's suppression—nay, have barred

His body's tomb, and placed a host on guard!

Still, He is risen; His faithful mourn no loss.

He shines forth in their midst. No bolts retard

His entrance, where grand aims for life engross.

[!-- H2 anchor --]

THE FIGHT IN IRELAND