And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair; They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets' hair; They shall find real saints to draw from and Paul; Magdalene, Peter, They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all! And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame, But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as "CLEARED" (In memory of the Parnell Commission) neto HELP for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Their noble names were mentioned - Oh the burning black By a brutal Saxon paper in an Irish shooting-case; it, And "coruscating innocence" the learned Judges gave it. Bear witness, Heaven, of that grim crime beneath the surgeon's knife, The honourable gentlemen deplored the loss of life! Bear witness of those chanting choirs that burk and shirk and snigger, No man laid hand upon the knife or finger to the trigger! Cleared in the face of all mankind beneath the winking skies, Like phoenixes from Phoenix Park (and what lay there) they rise! Go shout it to the emerald seas give word to Erin now, Her honourable gentlemen are cleared and this is how: They only paid the Moonlighter his cattle-hocking price, They only helped the murderer with counsel's best advice, But sure it keeps their honour white the learned Court believes They never give a piece of plate to murderers and thieves. They never told the ramping crowd to card a woman's hide, They never marked a man for death what fault of theirs he died? They only said "intimidate," and talked and went awayBy God, the boys that did the work were braver men than they! Their sin it was that fed the fire small blame to them that The boys get drunk on rhetoric, and madden at a wordThey knew whom they were talking at, if they were Irish too, The gentlemen that lied in Court, they knew, and well they knew. They only took the Judas-gold from Fenians out of jail, They only fawned for dollars on the blood-dyed Clan-na-Gael. If black is black or white is white, in black and white it's down, They're only traitors to the Queen and rebels to the Crown. "Cleared," honourable gentlemen! Be thankful it's no more: The widow's curse is on your house, the dead are at your door. On you the shame of open shame, on you from North to South The hand of every honest man flat-heeled across your mouth. "Less black than we were painted"? — Faith, no word of black was said; The lightest touch was human blood, and that, you know, runs red. It's sticking to your fist to-day for all your sneer and scoff, And by the Judge's well-weighed word you cannot wipe it off. Hold up those hands of innocence together, go, scare your sheep The blundering, tripping tups that bleat behind the old bell wether; And if they snuff the taint and break to find another pen, again! "The charge is old"? As old as Cain-as fresh as yesterday; Old as the Ten Commandments away? have ye talked those laws If words are words, or death is death, or powder sends the ball, You spoke the words that sped the shot the curse be on you all. "Our friends believe"? Of course they do women may; But have they seen the shrieking soul ripped from the quiver ing clay? They! — If their own front door is shut, they'll swear the whole world's warm; What do they know of dread of death or hanging fear of harm? The secret half a county keeps, the whisper in the lane, The shriek that tells the shot went home behind the broken pane, The dry blood crisping in the sun that scares the honest bees, And shows the boys have heard your talk—what do they know of these? Black terror on the country-side by word and whisper bred, The mangled stallion's scream at night, the tail-cropped heifer's low. Who set the whisper going first? You know, and well you know! My soul! I'd sooner lie in jail for murder plain and straight, Pure crime I'd done with my own hand for money, lust, or hate, Than take a seat in Parliament by fellow-felons cheered, While one of those "not provens " proved me cleared as you are cleared. Cleared you that "lost" the League accounts guard our honour still, go, Go, help to make our country's laws that broke God's law at will One hand stuck out behind the back, to signal "strike again "; The other on your dress-shirt-front to show your heart is clane. If black is black or white is white, in black and white it's down, You're only traitors to the Queen and rebels to the Crown. If print is print or words are words, the learned Court perpends: We are not ruled by murderers, but only by their friends. THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST 1889 OH, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat: But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, tho' they come from the ends of the earth! Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Borderside, the day, And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away. Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides: "Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?" Then up and spoke Mohammed Khan, the son of the Ressaldar: "If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are. |