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!