Pure, just, benign; thus filial love would trace The virtues hallowing this narrow space; The Emerald Isle may grant a wider claim, And link the Patriot with his country's name.
- Lived
- 1754–1820
- Born
- Belfast
- Died
- Belfast
- Known as
- writer, physician, poet, politician
- Era
- 19th century
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Hapless nation, hapless land, Heap of uncementing sand! Crumbled by a foreign weight, Or by worse, domestic hate!
Men of Erin! awake, and make haste to be blest! Rise! arch of the ocean, and queen of the West!
Arm of Erin, prove strong, but be gentle as brave, And, uplifted to strike, still be ready to save; Nor one feeling of vengeance presume to defile The cause or the men of the Emerald Isle.
When Erin first rose from the dark-swelling flood, God blessed the green island, he saw it was good. The Emerald of Europe, it sparkled and shone In the ring of this world, the most precious stone.