From the Land of Dreams | ||
99
NINETY-EIGHT
Written 1898
I
A hundred years are goneSince Ninety-eight.
What has our Nation done
Since Ninety-eight?
Shines brighter now the sun?
What progress, small or great?
What victories have we won
Since Ninety-eight?
II
Nine hundred years, uponThe waters, desolate,
Wept Lir's enchanted Swan,
Driven by the Witch's hate.
Like that enchanted Swan
Driven by the Witch's hate
Has Ireland drifted on,
Tossed by the storms of fate.
III
Now brighter shines her sun,Her day of sorrow past,
Her long enchantment done,
She spreads her wings at last.
From the Land of Dreams | ||