To Arms Shouts Freedom

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Title:     To Arms Shouts Freedom
Author: Edward Doyle [More Titles by Doyle]

To Arms! shouts Freedom to her sons. Behold!
How, like Job's war-horse, they gulp down the ground
To battle! What care they how foes surround?
Oh, joy to Celts, nigh half the true and bold!
There, with the roar of all their wrongs uprolled
From ancient depths, they dash with billow-bound
Up rock and summit, and through cave and mound,
Spurning both Tyrants' steel and Treason's gold.

No tide are they to ebb in heart and spirit.
If dashed back, they return with all the force
Of six dark sea's momentum on its course
For vengeance on the vile, who disinherit
The human-being--shut off every source
Of happiness, or let but Serf's draw near it!

[The end]
Edward Doyle's poem: To Arms Shouts Freedom

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