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    Patrick Pearse - The Mother


    by poetictouch

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    The Mother
    by Patrick Pearse (1879-1916)

    I do not grudge them: Lord, I do not grudge
    My two strong sons that I have seen go out
    To break their strength and die, they and a few,
    In bloody protest for a glorious thing,
    They shall be spoken of among their people,
    The generations shall remember them,
    And call them blessed;
    But I will speak their names to my own heart
    In the long nights;
    The little names that were familiar once
    Round my dead hearth.
    Lord, thou art hard on mothers:
    We suffer in their coming and their going;
    And tho' I grudge them not, I weary, weary
    Of the long sorrow — And yet I have my joy:
    My sons were faithful, and they fought.