IV.
God of Right! preserve us
Just—as we are strong;
Let no passion swerve us
To one act of wrong—
Let no thought, unholy,
Come our cause to blight—
Thus we pray thee, lowly—
Hear us, God of Right!
V.
God of Vengeance! smite us
With thy shaft sublime,
If one bond unite us
Forged in fraud or crime!
But if humbly kneeling,
We implore thine ear,
For our rights appealing—
God of Nations! hear.
THE ANTI-IRISH IRISHMAN
From polar seas to torrid climes,
Where'er the trace of man is found,
What common feeling marks our kind,
And sanctifies each spot of ground?
What virtue in the human heart
The proudest tribute can command?
The dearest, purest, holiest, best,
The lasting love of Fatherland!
Then who's the wretch that basely spurns
The ties of country, kindred, friends—
That barters every nobler aim
