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Page 1 of 11901 · PDF PAGE 26
…reen 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 ; Perpet…
1901 · PDF PAGE 22
… Leap forth as an herald before The trumpet of war. In crimson he robes him for raiment, In armour all rusted and red : Spear shakes and sword flashes, exclaimant To share in the spoil of the dead. A helmet flames forth on his forehead, Gold sparks from the forge of the stars, His shield with the Gorgon made horrid Hath blood on its bull-battled bars— Thou God of me, Mars ! He strides through the vibrating aether ; Spurns earth from His warrior feet ; Shakes fire from the forges beneath her ; His glances are fervid and fleet. With a cry that ma…
1901 · PDF PAGE 25
…en—shall they not fear ? O Lord, to Thy strength in the thunder, Thy chariot-wheels in the war, We, Ireland, look upward and wonder, The Sword of Thee smiting before. In the hour of Revolt that burns nigher Each hour as it leaps to the sky, We look to Thee, Lord for Thy Fire ; We look—shall Thy Justice deny ? Well, can we not die ? But Thou, Thou shalt fall from the heaven As hail on the furious host. I see them : their legions are driven ; Their cohorts are broken and lost. 23
1901 · PDF PAGE 24
…one ! I call Thee, I pray Thee, I chide Thee, Whose glory my foes have abhorred. My spirit is fixed, may abide Thee, Awake the Invisible Sword. For Thou art the Lord ! Look down upon earth and behold us Few folk who have sworn to be free. Past days, when the traitors had sold us, We trample ; we call upon Thee ! Look Thou on the armed ones, the furious, The Saxons ! they brandish the steel ; Heaven rings with their insults injurious ; 22