Here are some verses from a poem called 'There is a Change coming':—
'When that time comes it will come heavily;
He will grow fat that was lean;
He will grow lean that was fat,
Without shelter for the head, without mirth, without help.
'The low will be raised up, says the poet;
The thing that was high will be thrown down again;
The world will be changed from end to end:
When that time comes it will come heavily.
'If you yourself see this thing coming,
And the country without luck, without law, without authority,
Swept with the storm, without knowledge, without strength,
Remember my words, and don't let your heart break.
'This life is like a tree;
The top green, branches soft, the bark smooth and shining;
But there is a little worm shut up in it
Sucking at the sap all through the day.
'But from this old, cold, withered tree,
A new plant will grow up;
The old world will die without pity,
But the young world will grow up on its grave.'
Here is a fine vision of a battle-field:—
'The time I think of the cause of Ireland
My heart is torn within me.
'The time I think of the death of the people
Who protected Ireland bravely and faithfully.
'They are stretched on the side of the mountain
Very low, one with another.