The depth of love we cannot comprehend, <br />Which Joseph held for Ireland and for Grace, <br />That sweet moment when love and loyalty blend. <br /> <br />Though man’s belief in freedom will not bend, <br />Despite his pending death and our disgrace, <br />The depth of love we cannot comprehend. <br /> <br />Last lonely moments they’re allowed to spend, <br />‘til shots ring out and deeds are done, so base, <br />That sweet moment when love and loyalty blend. <br /> <br />‘twards honour do politics condescend, <br />Kilmainham jail becomes a lonely place, <br />The depth of love we cannot comprehand. <br /> <br />She loses all, a husband and a friend, <br />He’s gone, memory simply can’t replace, <br />That sweet moment when love and loyalty blend. <br /> <br />His blood upon the rose until the end, <br />Half a century’s Valentine’s embrace, <br />The depth of love we cannot comprehand, <br />That sweet moment when love and loyalty blend. <br /> <br /> <br />“ Joseph Mary Plunkett (Poet & Irishman) was the youngest signatory of the Proclamation of the Irish Republic; despite being in recovery from throat surgery he took his place with all the others in the GPO building in Dublin during the short battle and their arrest: Along with the others he was sentenced to death, and during the early hours of 4th of May 1916 was shot in Kilmainham jail: a short while beforehand, he married his sweetheart, Grace Gifford, they were allowed 15 minutes together before he was taken out and executed: Grace never remarried and carried him in her heart until she died in 1969 “<br /><br />Richard Ansell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grace-and-favour-dedicated-to-joseph-mary-plunkett-poet-and-grace-gifford-both-of-whom-fought-and-in-their-own-way-died-for-ireland-s-cause/
