. Book of the Royal blue . ON THE ROAD FROM DEEB PARS TO POET LAUREATE ALFRED AUSTINS POEM. M IRl II, I 898. What is the voice I hear On the winds of the Western sea?Sentinel, listen trom 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, Kinsmen, hail, we severed have been too 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;

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. Book of the Royal blue . ON THE ROAD FROM DEEB PARS TO POET LAUREATE ALFRED AUSTINS POEM. M IRl II, I 898. What is the voice I hear On the winds of the Western sea?Sentinel, listen trom 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, Kinsmen, hail, we severed have been too 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 as man to man ;And loyally love and trust each other as none but freemen can. Now fling them out 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 windblows. 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

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