(Amid the Ruins, O’Connell Street, Dublin, 1916).
Philosopher or cynic, solemn-eyed,
When once again they set thee up to view
The risen street in generations new,
What breed of men shall pass? With honest stride
Of Freedom, or in bondage, still denied
The destiny that shall be Eire’s due?
(That destiny ordained of God, if true
Thou holdest back from insolence and pride.)
So questioning, I listen. Will he speak,
This sage or cynic, any quiet word?
And, in a moment, through the dusky reek,
A ray of sunlight fluttered like a bird —
‘Not slave, but free’—oh, God, upon the cheek
Of stone ran colour, and the lips were stirred.
Kelleher, Daniel Lawrence, Twelve Poems. n.d.
Constantine Curran Collection, UCD Special Collections.
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