James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
May 15Daniel OConnell
By John Boyle OReilly (18441890)
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We know those least whom we have seen the latest;
And they, ’mongst those whose names have grown sublime,
Who worked for Human Liberty, are greatest.
And thought to act, and burning speech to thought;
Who gained the prizes that were seen by Burke—
Burke felt the wrong—O’Connell felt, and fought.
His race was crushed—his people were defamed;
He found the spark, and fanned it with his breath,
And fed the fire, till all the nation flamed!
He drilled his millions and he faced the foe;
But not with lead or steel he struck the foeman:
Reason the sword—and human right the blow.
O’Connell’s faith, nor curbed his sympathies;
All wrong to liberty must be confounded,
Till men were chainless as the winds and seas.
With ceaseless hand the bigot laws he smote;
One chart, he said, all mankind should inherit,—
The right to worship and the right to vote.
In wit, law, statecraft, still a master-hand;
An “uncrowned king,” whose people’s love was chrism;
His title—Liberator of his Land!
So runs the old song that his people sing;
A tall Round Tower they builded in Glasnevin—
Fit Irish headstone for an Irish king!