POETRY.
IRELAND'S APPEAL.
PEOPLE of England! the question confronts you— You have to settle the Irishman's fate :
Will you abandon your friends to your foemen ?— Fling them a prey to their enemy's hate?
Freemen of England! the widow and orphan Wail o'er the corpse they must bury by stealth ; Fields are left barren and cattle are tortur'd; Thus doth the League foster freedom and wealth.
Yours is the power to rescue the victims, You will be guilty if crime win the day.
How will you answer when summoned to judgment ?
Ignorant sheep, ye were guided astray ?
No, by your banner—the symbol of freedom !
No, by your past, which hath made you so strong ! You have won power, with its honour and duty ; Yours is the choice, be it right, be it wrong.
Masters of England ! the question is burning ; Can you abandon the loyal and true ?
Freedom and Justice they claim as their birthright ; Yours, theirs, and mine—'neath the Red, White, and Blue.
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