Excerpt from The Sorrows of Ireland
After ages of service and pain,
with her mark on the world and her failure at home,
in the door of the Empire we have Erin still doubting,
the smile looking out and the tear looking in,
from a retrospect rare in its beauty
of bravery, hope and romance,
still distrusting herself and distrusted for that,
making fetters of freedom, and crimes of caprice,
esteemed for her follies and cursed by her virtue...
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