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Michael John Collins
16 oktober 1890 - 22 augusti 1922
Bear him to that hallowed place,
where our deathless dead are resting;
where the spokesmen of our race
gather for the final questing.
Amid the statesmen who have died,
amid the orators and writers,
make a splendid grave and wide,
for this peerless prince of fighters.
Press the kindly Irish earth
on the breast so broad and fearless,
veil that laughing face, whose mirth
vanished, leaves us poor and cheerless.
When the tempest lashed our land
and the feeble lights had dwindled;
he 'twas held the gleaming brand
where the fires of warfare kindled.
Fearless, agile, unafraid,
cool to watch and cordon tightening;
rallying the half-dismayed,
teaching how to strike like lightning.
God-like in the work achieved,
sunshine flashed through clouds of terror
still the captain unrelieved,
strove with faction, pride and error.
Chivalrous, he fought his fight,
kindly, patient, unrevealing;
hopeful that the dawning light
would reveal the nation smiling.
Lay his body in the earth,
giant frame and soul are riven,
think of Michael in his mirth
and his prayer, "Be they forgiven."
Humphrey Murphey
16 oktober 1890 - 22 augusti 1922
Bear him to that hallowed place,
where our deathless dead are resting;
where the spokesmen of our race
gather for the final questing.
Amid the statesmen who have died,
amid the orators and writers,
make a splendid grave and wide,
for this peerless prince of fighters.
Press the kindly Irish earth
on the breast so broad and fearless,
veil that laughing face, whose mirth
vanished, leaves us poor and cheerless.
When the tempest lashed our land
and the feeble lights had dwindled;
he 'twas held the gleaming brand
where the fires of warfare kindled.
Fearless, agile, unafraid,
cool to watch and cordon tightening;
rallying the half-dismayed,
teaching how to strike like lightning.
God-like in the work achieved,
sunshine flashed through clouds of terror
still the captain unrelieved,
strove with faction, pride and error.
Chivalrous, he fought his fight,
kindly, patient, unrevealing;
hopeful that the dawning light
would reveal the nation smiling.
Lay his body in the earth,
giant frame and soul are riven,
think of Michael in his mirth
and his prayer, "Be they forgiven."
Humphrey Murphey
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