A Voice From the West
What is the voice I hear
On the wind of the Western Sea?
Sentinel, listen from out Cape Clear
And say what the voice may be.
‘'Tis a proud, free people calling loud to a people proud and free.
‘And it says to them, ’Kinsmen, hail!
We severed have been too long.
Now let us have done with a worn—out tale—
The tale of an ancient Wrong;
And our friendship last long as Love doth last,
and be stronger than Death is strong!'’
Answer them, ‘Sons of the self-same race,
And blood of the self-same clan,
Let us speak with each other face to face,
And answer man to man;
And loyally love and trust each other as none but free men can.
’So fling them out to the breeze,
Shamrock, Thistle, and Rose!
And the Star-Spangled Banner unfurl with these,
A message to friends and foes,
Wherever the sails of peace are seen and wherever the war-wind blows.
‘A message to bond and thrall to wake:
For wherever we come, we twain,
The throne of the tyrant shall rock and quake,
And his menace be void and vain;
For you are lords of a strong, young land, and we are lords of the main.’
Yes, this is the voice on the bluff March gale:
‘We severed have been too long.
But now we have done with a worn-out tale,
The tale of an ancient Wrong;
And our friendship shall last long as Love doth last, and be stronger than Death is strong!’
