Struck dead with horror; for, raised thus, one sees

In Erin, torn, a soul that cannot die,

And that its struggle is Humanity's

Against the fiend, who would give God the lie.

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TO ERIN

How help take pride in thee, whose golden hair

Of culture trailed the earth for centuries;

Whose throne was freedom and whose realm was peace;

And, in strange lands, whose joy and only care