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Speak Freedom! When a haggard fugitive, Thy dwelling was a swamp, who first to trace Thy crimson footprints to thy hiding place? With signs thou hadst not many days to live, I found thee. Had the sun more heart to give To warm thee, than I gave? Ah, then and there Thy heart said to my heart; "Ill would I fare Without thee. I give love for love, believe".

Thy silence, when in glory, troubles me. Oh! warm blood dashed back cold, chills to the bone! What do I ask for? Only Erin's own, That which God gave her, and, if true it be, Thou art the minister of justice grown, Thy gratitude should thunder God's decree.