Farewell! The gold we send shall be a token <br />Of that which in our hearts is growing strong; <br />You asked our sympathy, and we have spoken— <br />“They wrong us who our brothers rob and wrong.” <br /> <br />Tell Ireland—tell her in her desolation, <br />That hearts within the South for her have bled— <br />That scalding tears of helpless indignation <br />By eyes that read her cruel wrongs are shed. <br /> <br />Helpless no more! but strong to act hereafter, <br />For silenced arc the “loyal subjects’” sneers— <br />Too long have Ireland’s wrongs been words of laughter— <br />Arch-mockery to tickle British ears. <br /> <br />Tell Ireland that they lie of us—they slander, <br />Who say we care not for another’s wrong; <br />For we are not the men to kneel and pander <br />To tyranny, because the tyrant’s strong. <br /> <br />Take back across the waves Australia’s message, <br />And say our hearts are big, and strong our hands, <br />Tell Ireland that for her is surest presage <br />Of fate as fair as of these Southern lands.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-irish-delegates/
