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Rh What need of new lovers, with Deirdre and Imer?
 * "With wonders and visions and elves

Sure no need at all has romancer or rhymer,
 * When the fairies belong to ourselves.

What need of new tongues? O, the Gaelic is clearest,
 * Like Nature's own voice every word;

"Ahagur! Acushla! Savourneen!" the dearest
 * The ear of a girl ever heard.

They may talk of new causes! Dhar Dhia! our old one
 * Is fresher than ever to-day;

Like Erin's green sod that is steaming to God
 * The blood it has drunk in the fray.

They have scattered her seed, with her blood and hate in it.
 * And the harvest has come to her here;

Her crown still remains for the strong heart to win it,
 * And the hour of acceptance is near.