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122 Carve the words: "No creed distinctions!" on O'Conell's granite tomb, And his dust will feel their meaning and rekindle in the gloom. Priest to priest, to sound the summons—and the answer, man to man; With the people round the standard, and the prelates in the van. Let the heart of Ireland's hoping keep this golden rule of Cloyne Till the Orange fades from Derry and the shadow from the Boyne. Let the words be carried outward till the farthest lands they reach: "After Christ, their country's freedom do the Irish prelates preach!"