POETRY.
.ULSTER'S VIGIL.
WE will not fear, for any sage's warning;
We may not turn, though legions bar the way; For with us march the heroes of the morning, Sages and soldiers of an earlier day Who fell long since, yet, dying, scorned the dust- ' These mighty comrades know our cause is just. Yet for a while, the star of Peace still burning, They keep with us the vigil of the North ; Calm to restrain us, till with day's returning The red torch tremble and the hosts go forth ; And, girt with justice, armed with living flame, An older England calls on England's name. Imperial Mother I though thou scorn the living, Hear now their pleading, who are dead and free; Lest with the daybreak, angered past forgiving, The souls of these thy greatest turn from thee, And thou, disowning us, be found at last Thyself disowned by thine immortal Past!
M. ADAIR MACDONALD.
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