Some Poems of Roger Casement — Oliver Cromwell

1650-1659 (_Addressed to the Liberal Members who "went back" on their previous vote and rejected the grant for his statue.

_) "Tear out the page his hand hath writ in blood."

Aye!

tho' a decade filled with mighty deeds That page records; what though in it the seeds Of greater freedom sprung, than ever stood On any shore, to shadow freedom's brood.

The lordly oak from which a fleet proceeds May fall unhonoured; can mere party needs Fill _your_ hands too, with this consenting mud?

We Irishmen found only shade to die Within the shadow of that mighty tree;

But you base Englishmen it bore on high, And girt your commerce safe on many a sea: O!

may the people Cromwell taught, deny Your right within these walls, and turn the key!

The Triumph of Hugh O'Neill