Thomas Osborne Davis (Томас Осборн Дэвис)

A Nation Once Again

I.

When boyhood's fire was in my blood
  I read of ancient freemen
For Greece and Rome who bravely stood,
  THREE HUNDRED MEN AND THREE MEN.
And then I prayed I yet might see
  Our fetters rent in twain,
And Ireland, long a province, be
  A NATION ONCE AGAIN.

II.

And, from that time, through wildest woe,
  That hope has shone, a far light;
Nor could love's brightest summer glow
  Outshine that solemn starlight:
It seemed to watch above my head
  In forum, field and fane;
Its angel voice sang round my bed,
  "A NATION ONCE AGAIN."

III.

It whispered, too, that "freedom's ark
  And service high and holy,
Would be profaned by feelings dark
  And passions vain or lowly:
For freedom comes from God's right hand,
  And needs a godly train;
And righteous men must make our land
  A NATION ONCE AGAIN."

IV.

So, as I grew from boy to man,
  I bent me to that bidding--
My spirit of each selfish plan
  And cruel passion ridding;
For, thus I hoped some day to aid--
  Oh! can _such_ hope be vain?--
When my dear country shall be made
  A NATION ONCE AGAIN.

1. Blind Mary
2. Nationality
3. Marie Nangle; Or, the Seven Sisters of Navan
4. The Vow of Tipperary
5. The Dugannon Convention

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