  (Addressed to the Liberal Members who "went back" on their previous vote and rejected the grant for his statue.) "Tear out the page his hand hath writ in blood." Aye! tho' a decade filled with mighty deeds That page records; what though in it the seeds Of greater freedom sprung, than ever stood On any shore, to shadow freedom's brood. The lordly oak from which a fleet proceeds May fall unhonoured; can mere party needs Fill your hands too, with this consenting mud? We Irishmen found only shade to die Within the shadow of that mighty tree; But you base Englishmen it bore on high, And girt your commerce safe on many a sea: O! may the people Cromwell taught, deny Your right within these walls, and turn the key! |
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