The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-06-29
POETRY
WRITTEN FOR THE IRISH REPUBLIC.
To the Thinkers and the Workers.


prayed;
Our restless spirits unsaed with the passionate love of maid
Or the queter love of wife, distilled in fount divine
That with the rme oil e stronger and like wine
Turned from the smiles of woman to bend gander shrine
With love far than human little less than divine
That altar Land and Freedom the goddess thereon
Scuped by the Masters hand years had made them
We've torn household love up like tree by the roots
And the roses that bosomed above and the dainty and deli
cate shoots
That sprang like blessings about left them languh
behind
While turned prows sailed fore the driving
wind,
Hher and hther for sport blown like the white foam,
H in evy bay and port, and strangers only at home
Sowing fathers faith in fields neglected and cold;
Reapng and DEATH like reaper fathers of DID,
But Earth garden grim,-whose native growth weed
That spews its slime ON him who would finer seed
And the gardner for his toll and seepess nights of cares
Reaps from the thankess soil plentiful crop of tares
While Ger the arid sand he traces his life in flowers,
There follows iron hand that shakes them showers
In showers the DUST while Earth from every pore
In the hot beds of her lust breeds rank weeds
Man has dual existence the high and the low and his will
Must show eternal resistance earth and her we they
kill;
All the tender and beautiful life that springs and that flowers
To the of the rank give the knife keep them we'll
der CONTROL
If the soul sleeps hour the helm the Passions leap loose
from the veins,
And with the sleeper oerwhelm and bind her Ian
guor and chains,
And the Queen will be slave her slaves, and sink their
level and lus
Till her beds will be prisons graves her head will
trailed in the dust.
So long was our garden untitled that weeds from whose pest
lent breath,
poisonous dew distilled, that fell souls like
spang up round fathers tombs gared in each
grove,
Fnging foul odors and blooms DER the founts of Love
Till all that and fair till all that fair grand
Was breathing fetid Then rang voice through the
Land,
"Aon Queen tile save of ae and sink to their leu and
lust?
Shall she d6 IN prisons and grave and her banner be od
IN the dut2"
Then the mighty of heart arose. they said with baed
breath,
There not air that blows but from the lips of
The of Nation flee from plaques of foreign Breeds
And soon shall each Towering tree give place to noxous
weeds.
No time for useless grief and death pays little respect
TO your crouchng prayers be BRIEF and him. like men,
Forward phaanx grand tho the wrath of destruction
ers
There is hope yet for land such souls as ours
Like stream from the hills crep small but pure at
source;
Proud in our cause stept gaining in depth and force
For the rhyme of our marching feet like the music of break
ing chains,
Had thrilled the pulse that beat in our counys throbbg
veins
And streams from her wells ushed out and flowed to the pa
rent tide,
Young recruits for the fields where we marched side
by side
Till spread like mighty river and flowed in resstess
force,
That Knocked their best endeavor change or sop M