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A second life, a soul anew,
My dark Rosaleen!
Oh! the Erne shall run red
With redundance of blood,
The earth shall rock beneath our tread,
And flames wrap hill and wood,
And gun-peal and slogan-cry
Wake many a glen serene,
Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die,
My dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
The Judgment Hour must first be nigh,
Ere you shall fade, ere you can die,
My dark Rosaleen!
WHAT IS WHITE?
BY Thomas MacDonagh
What is white?
The soul of the sage, faith-lit,
The trust of Age,
The infant's untaught wit.
What more white?
The face of Truth made known,
The Voice of Youth
Singing before her throne.
