The Irish Republic Must Be Made A

We Who Hold His (wolfe Tone) Principles Believe That Any Movement Which Would Successfully Grapple With The Problem Of National Freedom Must Draw Its Inspiration Not From The Mouldering Records Of The Past, But From The Glowing Hopes Of The Living Present, The Vast Possibilities Of The Mighty Future.

All These Mountains Of Irish Dead, All These Corpses Mangled Beyond Recognition, All These Arms, Legs, Eyes, Ears, Fingers, Toes, Hands, All These Shivering Putrefying Bodies And Portions Of Bodies Once Warm Living And Tender Parts Of Irish Men And Youths - All These Horrors In Flanders Or The Gallipoli Peninsula, Are All Items In The Price Ireland Pays For Being Part Of The British Empire.

The Irishman In English Literature May Be Said To Have Been Born With An Apology In His Mouth.

Only The Irish Working Class Remains As The Incorruptible Inheritors Of The Fight For Freedom In Ireland.

Irish Tory Employers Hid[e] Their Sweatshops Behind Orange Flags, And Irish Home Rule Landlords Us[e] The Green Sunburst Of Erin To Cloak Their Rack-renting In The Festering Slums Of Our Irish Towns.