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Let Erin Remember the Days of Old

 Let Erin remember the days of old, 
Ere her faithless sons betray'd her; 
When Malachi wore the collar of gold,
Which he won from her proud invader, 
When her kings, with standard of green unfurl'd, 
Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger!
Ere the emerald gem of the western world 
Was set in the crown of a stranger. 

On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, 
When the clear cold eve's declining, 
He sees the round towers of other days 
In the wave beneath him shining: 
Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime, 
Catch a glimpse of the days that are over; 
Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time, 
For the long-faded glories they cover.






Book: Reflection on the Important Things