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HAT a union of hearts is the love of a mother
 * When races of men in her name unite!

For love of Old Erin, and love of each other,
 * The boards of the Gael are full to-night!

Their millions of men have one toast and one topic—
 * Their feuds laid aside and their envies removed;

From the pines of the Pole to the palms of the Tropic,
 * They drink: "The dear Land we have prayed for and loved!"

They are One by the bond of a time-honored fashion;
 * Though strangers may see but the lights of their feast.