Patrick Henry Pearse

[Pádraig Pearse] (10 November 1879 – 3 May 1916 / Great Brunswick / Ireland)

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  • Jehanne Anonomous (1/4/2017 5:09:00 PM)

    If Pearse and the other men of 1916 could only see Ireland of today they would weep bitterly and proclaim it all a waste and in vain. If they saw their memorial in Dublin's Dame Street they would burn it down.

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Best Poem of Patrick Henry Pearse

The Mother

I do not grudge them: Lord, I do not grudge
My two strong sons that I have seen go out
To break their strength and die, they and a few,
In bloody protest for a glorious thing,
They shall be spoken of among their people,
The generations shall remember them,
And call them blessed;
But I will speak their names to my own heart
In the long nights;
The little names that were familiar once
Round my dead hearth.
Lord, thou art hard on mothers:
We suffer in their coming and their going;
And tho' I grudge them not, I weary, weary
Of the long sorrow-And yet I ...

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