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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895.  1895.
To God and Ireland True
Ellen O’Leary (1831–89)
I SIT beside my darling’s grave,
  Who in the prison died,
And though my tears fall thick and fast
  I think of him with pride:
Ay, softly fall my tears like dew,        5
For one to God and Ireland true.
“I love my God o’er all,” he said,
  “And then I love my land,
And next I love my Lily sweet,
  Who pledged me her white hand:        10
To each—to all—I ’m ever true,
To God, to Ireland, and to you.”
No tender nurse his hard bed smooth’d
  Or softly rais’d his head;
He fell asleep and woke in heaven        15
  Ere I knew he was dead;
Yet why should I my darling rue?
He was to God and Ireland true.
Oh, ’t is a glorious memory!
  I ’m prouder than a queen,        20
To sit beside my hero’s grave
  And think on what has been;
And, O my darling, I am true
To God—to Ireland—and to you!


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