THE FIGHT IN IRELAND

The fight in Ireland is‘ twixt Man and Brute.

A lion with the sea-surge for his mane,

Is there hurled back by Man with proud disdain,

Although heart-drained with gash from head to foot.

Oh, in that Eden of Forbidden Fruit,

How Satan, searching for a snake in vain,

Fumed forth a monster from his heart and brain —

The Lion — as the serpent's substitute!

Oh, all ye peoples of the World draw nigh!

Stand on the bodies of eight centuries,

Struck dead with horror; for, raised thus, one sees

In Erin, torn, a soul that cannot die,

And that its struggle is Humanity's

Against the fiend, who would give God the lie.