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46 Ye and, whose fathers resign'd The green hills of their youth, among strangers to find
 * That repose which, at home, they had sigh'd for in vain,

Join, join in our hope that the flame, which you light, May be felt yet in, as calm, and as bright, And forgive even, while blushing she draws, Like a truant, her sword, in the long-slighted cause
 * Of the Shamrock of, and Olive of !

God prosper the cause!—oh! it cannot but thrive, While the pulse of one patriot heart is alive,
 * Its devotion to feel, and its rights to maintain;

Then, how sainted by sorrow its martyrs will die! The finger of Glory shall point where they lie, While, far from the foot-step of coward or slave, The young Spirit of Freedom shall shelter their grave
 * Beneath Shamrocks of and Olives of.