Though the dream of love may tire, In the ages long agone There were ruby hearts of fire — Ah, the daughters of the dawn! - George William Russell

It was the wise all-seeing soul
Who counselled neither war nor peace: 'Only be thou thyself that goal
In which the wars of time shall cease.'

Life cannot utter words more great Than life may meet by sacrifice, High words were equaled by high fate, You paid the price. You paid the price.

After the spiritual powers, there is no thing in the world more unconquerable than the spirit of nationality. … The spirit of nationality in Ireland will persist even though the mightiest of material powers be its neighbor.