The peaks of glory to attain.

They had their way: they laid him low.

But Erin, list, his spirit may

Rise, like the Ph�nix from the flames,

When breaks the dawning of the day,

The day that brings us Freedom’s reign.

And on that day may Erin well

Pledge in the cup she lifts to Joy

One grief — the memory of Parnell.

Mr Hynes sat down again on the table. When he had finished his recitation there was a silence and then a burst of clapping: even Mr Lyons clapped. The applause continued for a little time. When it had ceased all the