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 Leaving to his land and the Celtic race forever That which shall not fail them throughout the fading years, Heritage of faith unchanged, of fear-undimmed endeavor, And a quenchless laughter ringing down the edge of hostile spears.

GODS AND HEROES OF THE GAEL

Forth in shining phalanx marching from the shrouding mists of time, Bright the sunlight on their foreheads, bright upon their golden mail, Lords of beauty, lords of valor, lords of Earth's unconquered prime, Come the gods, the kings, the heroes of the Gael.

Lugh, the splendor of whose shining lit the forest and the fen, He whose smile at first illuming all the shadow-haunted space Of the vast, primeval ranges, death-engirdled, shunned of men, Over virgin seas to Erin led our race.

Mananaan, great lord of Ocean—he whose fair domain outspread Wheresoever tides foam-flowered to the moon's high mandate move,