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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476344" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old College</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476344" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of the Irish, Paris<br>THE Lombards having gone back to their land,<br>We, who might never flock to native land<br>Except like birds that fly like fugitives,<br>Desperately, in a wind across the sea,<br>We drew our brood to their forsaken nest.<br>The Lombards’ halls became the Irelanders',<br>And charity was craved for us 'twas given<br>In names of Almantza and Namur,<br>Cremona, Barcelona, Charleroi<br>Fields that our soldiers bled on for a cause<br>Not ours, under command not ours.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476344" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Our order broken, they who were our brood<br>Knew not themselves the heirs of noted masters,<br>Of Columbanus and Erigena:<br>We strove towards no high reach of speculation,<br>Towards no delivery of gestated dogma,<br>No resolution of age-long dispute.<br>Only to have a priest beside the hedges,<br>Baptizing, marrying,<br>Offering Mass within some clod-built chapel,<br>And to the dying the last sacrament<br>Conveying, no more we strove to do<br>We, all bare exiles, soldiers, scholars, priests.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Padraic+Colum">Padraic Colum</a></strong></div>

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