Ireland for the Irish Rhymes and Reasons Against Landlordism with a Preface on Fenianism and Republicanism. By W. J. Linton, Formerly of the Irish "Nation" |
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ENGLISH REAPERS |
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ENGLISH REAPERS
From the ruin where thou starvèst
Speed thee, Brother! to thy harvest:
Reap the grain of Hampden's sowing,
In the blood of Sydney growing!
Wake! arise!
Freedom cries
To her reapers. Warm winds blowing
Bow the golden-helmed corn—
To be sheaved this morn.
Arise!
Speed thee, Brother! to thy harvest:
Reap the grain of Hampden's sowing,
In the blood of Sydney growing!
Wake! arise!
Freedom cries
To her reapers. Warm winds blowing
Bow the golden-helmed corn—
To be sheaved this morn.
Arise!
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From the loathly dens of Anguish,
Where your wives and children languish,
O ye million'd Toilers! hasten;
Reap your wages: we unfasten
Labour's chains.
Be your veins
Like theirs whom only high thoughts chasten!
So above the bending corn
Sing the Hours, in scorn
Of pains.
Where your wives and children languish,
O ye million'd Toilers! hasten;
Reap your wages: we unfasten
Labour's chains.
Be your veins
Like theirs whom only high thoughts chasten!
So above the bending corn
Sing the Hours, in scorn
Of pains.
England! in thy crowning splendour
Proud and reverent homage render
To that nobleness of spirit
Whose ripe hopes thou dost inherit.
Lift thine eyes!
All we prize
Grew from old heroic merit.
So shall many a golden morn
On thy brows be worn.
Arise!
Proud and reverent homage render
To that nobleness of spirit
Whose ripe hopes thou dost inherit.
Lift thine eyes!
All we prize
Grew from old heroic merit.
So shall many a golden morn
On thy brows be worn.
Arise!
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