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Liberty, The Light To Peace Post by :Jasper_Nell Category :Poems Author :Edward Doyle Date :July 2011 Read :754

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Liberty, The Light To Peace

All hail to those who, through the stormy night,
Make Liberty the light on Erin's coast;
Who, ceaseless, send up sparks; who hold their post
On each and every ledge of Human Right,
Forming a beacon blaze from base to height
Where Erin's hope may steer and land its host.
Look, Human Nature! Where else canst thou boast
To the eternal stars, so grand a sight?

Look! How men there ennoble human kind
By making Liberty the light to Peace!
All other lights are false. Oh! who but sees
In the unconquerable Celtic mind
That, even in Time, there are Eternities--
Love, true to Right, and Will no wrong can bind!

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Edward Doyle's poem: Liberty, The Light To Peace

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