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- THE ROSE TREE
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- 'O WORDS are lightly spoken,'
- Said Pearse to Connolly,
- 'Maybe a breath of politic words
- Has withered our Rose Tree;
- Or maybe but a wind that blows
- Across the bitter sea.'
- "It needs to be but watered,'
- James Connolly replied,
- "To make the green come out again
- And spread on every side,
- And shake the blossom from the bud
- To be the garden's pride.'
- "But where can we draw water,'
- Said Pearse to Connolly,
- "When all the wells are parched away?
- O plain as plain can be
- There's nothing but our own red blood
- Can make a right Rose Tree.'
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