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 ROBERT EMMET

He gave thee life, he gave thee all, And nobly in thy cause did fall; For thee he lived, for thee he died, For thee his heart was crucified,
 * Ireland, O Ireland!

For thee! For thee! Not only so, For all the world he braved the blow; In freedom's cause, for truth and right, He faced the legions of the night,
 * Ireland, O Ireland!

He was no traitor to his God, No traitor to his native sod; Upon his soul there is no stain, And death like his is not in vain,
 * Ireland, O Ireland!

He is not dead—death is a dream— There is no death for souls supreme! His burning words will ring sublime Through every age and every clime,
 * Ireland, O Ireland!

They could not veil his life in gloom, They could not shroud him in the tomb; His very foes upon him gaze And bow in homage and in praise,
 * Ireland, O Ireland!

Up to the love from whence it came His freeborn soul shot like a flame— A glowing sun, a blazing light, A north star to the sons of right,
 * Ireland, O Ireland!

He lives! He reigns! He's with us yet! His spirit's star has never set! Wherever freedom's flag's unfurled The soul of Emmet thrills the world,
 * Ireland, O Ireland!

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