Carmen Saeculare

Thy fire hath dispersed them and shattered ! They hesitate, waver, and flee ! Thy tyrant is shaken and scattered, And Ireland is clear to the Sea ! Green Erin is free ! Hail ! Hail to Thee, Lord of us, Horus ! All hail to the warrior name ! Thy chariots shall drive them before us, Thy sword sweep them forth as a flame. Rise ! Move ! and descend ! I behold Thee, Heaven cloven of fieriest bars, Armed Light ; and they follow and fold Thee, Thine armies of terrible stars. The Powers of Mars ! At the brightness that leapeth before Thee The heavens bow down at Thine ire ; Thick clouds pass to death and adore Thee, Wild hailstones and flashings of fire. The mountains of Ages are shattered ; Perpetual hills are bowed down ; The Winds of the Heaven are scattered, Borne back from Thy furious frown, O Lord of Renown ! In terror and tumult and battle Thy breath smiteth forth as a sword ; 24