The night that hath no morrow was brooding on the main:
But, lo! a light is breaking of hope for thee again;
’T is Perseus’s sword a-flaming, thy dawn of day proclaiming
Across the western main.
O Ireland! O my country! he comes to break thy chain!
NATURE THE FALSE GODDESS
By James Jeffrey Roche
The vilest work of vilest man,
The cup that drugs, the sword that slays,
The purchased kiss of courtesan,