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O land of sad fate! like a desolate queen,
 * Who remembers in sorrow the crown of her glory,

The love of thy children not strangely is seen—
 * For humanity weeps at thy heart-touching story.

Strong heart in affliction! that draweth thy foes
 * 'Till they love thee more dear than thine own generation:

Thy strength is increased as thy life-current flows,—
 * What were death to another is Ireland's salvation!

God scatters her sons like the seed on the lea,
 * And they root where they fall, be it mountain or furrow;

They come to remain and remember; and she
 * In their growth will rejoice in a blissful tomorrow!