Where can I find the poem by Patrick H Pearse called "mother"? I would be very greatful if you could come up with an answer for me. Thanking you, Patrick Griffin.

-- Patrick Griffin (macginty@worldnet.att.net), April 24, 1998

Answers

The Mother Pearse 1879 - 1916

I do not grudge them; Lord, I do not grudge My two strong sons that I have seen go out To break their strength and die, they and a few, In bloody protest for a glorious thing. They shall be spoken of among their people, The generations shall remember them, And call them blessed; But I will speak their names so my own heart In the long nights; The little names that were familiar once Round my dead hearth. Lord, thou art hard on mothers: We suffer in their coming and their going; And tho' I grudge them not, I weary, weary Of the long sorrow - And yet I have my joy: My sons were faithful, and they fought.

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