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120 You, who saw your kith and kindied swell the emigration flood— You, the soggarth in the famine, and the helper in the frost— You, whose shadow was a sunshine when all other hope was lost— Yes, they doubted—and you knew it—but you never said a word; Only preached, "Be still: be patient!" and, thank God, your voice was heard.

Now, the day foreseen is breaking—it has dawned upon the land, And the priests still preach in Ireland: do they bid their flocks disband? Do they tell them still to suffer and be silent? No! their words Flash from Dublin Bay to Connaught, brighter than the gleam of swords! Flash from Donegal to Kerry, and from Waterford to Clare, And the nationhood awaking thrills the sorrow-laden air.