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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=542003" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Catholic To His Ulster Brother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=542003" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Is there no bond of blood to you, my brother?<br>Who have called her ours, the ancient Mother,<br>And here we hope to rest from Life's temptation<br>Building of souls our patriotic Nation.<br>Can we not stand amongst the purple heather<br>To find that God we both revere together?<br>Beneath this sky can come no bigot preaching<br>To fling our lofty dreams to lowly teaching.<br>William or James, need we still hate each other<br>For their dead sakes, my Irish-hearted brother?<br>Can we not pray without fear of dissension<br>'God save our land' with but the same intention?<br>If we from Derry walls were flung defeated,<br>And you from Limerick town in speed retreated,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=542003" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One God is ours no matter what religion,<br>One land we love and shall not have division.<br>Shall we divide? Ah, better take the token<br>Of Ireland's luck and leave the shamrock broken<br>Of one green leaf, when four brought joy upon it,<br>As Ulster lost—from Munster, Leinster, Connacht.<br>But Ulster lost with each green sod still crying<br>For those dear dead who left us dreams undying<br>Of Ireland's needs, O'Neill whose heart took fire<br>And joined the sacred flames of Hugh Maguire.<br>Shall we not cry 'Lamh Dearg abu' and glory<br>In Cromwell's fall, in reading Clonmel's story,<br>Or by the 'Yellow Ford' who cheered most loudly<br>As hand from hand we passed the same flag proudly?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=542003" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Yea, we have gone with joyous hearts to follow<br>Men of your thought by mountain, hill and hollow,<br>Died for them, lived again, loved down the ages<br>To bless them yet upon historic pages.<br>Emmet and Tone! Ah, half our pride uprooted,<br>We were but dead if we such names refuted,<br>Our well-beloved, dear brothers of our Sireland,<br>We call with them 'For God and Holy Ireland.'<br>And do we mourn our Owen Roe less sadly,<br>Or hold Lord Edward's claim more loved or gladly,<br>Because of 'popish' ways of Owen's praying,<br>Or Edward went to other altars straying?<br>Do we forget or could our fond faith slacken<br>A patriot's glow in owning Joy MacCracken,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=542003" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who Belfast-born has helped the island's story<br>And shed from Antrim's hills a sunrise glory.<br>Mitchel or Meagher! Ah, hear the dear names falling<br>On no deaf ears, we welcome to you calling,<br>'O dead long gone, O dead of recent slaying,<br>From your chill hands we take the banner, praying.'<br>Where this dear land forbids us to forsake her,<br>Join with the one sweet voice to the same Maker,<br>'Our hate is one, our love is one the other,<br>Lead on! or follow, O my Irish brother.'</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=Dora+Sigerson+Shorter">Dora Sigerson Shorter</a></strong></div>