Patrick Pearse
It has seemed right, before we turn away from this place in which we
have laid the mortal remains of O'Donovan Rossa, that one among us should,
in the name of all, speak the praise of that valiant man, and endeavour
to formulate the thought and the hope that are in us as we stand around
his grave. And if there is anything that makes it fitting that I, rather
than some other, I rather than one of the grey-haired men who were young
with him and shared in his labour and in his suffering, should speak here,
it is perhaps that I may be taken as speaking on behalf of a new generation
that has been re-baptised in the Fenian faith, and that has accepted the
responsibility of carrying out the Fenian programme. I propose to you
then that, here by the grave of this unrepentant Fenian, we renew our
baptismal vows; that, here by the grave of this unconquered and unconquerable
man, we ask of God, each one for himself, such unshakable purpose, such
high and gallant courage, such unbreakable strength of soul as belonged
to O'Donovan Rossa.
Deliberately here we avow ourselves, as he avowed himself in the dock,
Irishmen of one allegiance only. We of the Irish Volunteers, and you others
who are associated with us in today's task and duty, are bound together
and must stand together henceforth in brotherly union for the achievement
of the freedom of Ireland. And we know only one definition of freedom:
it is Tone's definition, it is Mitchel's definition, it is Rossa's definition.
Let no man blaspheme the cause that the dead generations of Ireland served
by giving it any other name and definition than their definition.
We stand at Rossa's grave not in sadness but rather in exaltation of spirit
that it has been given to us to come thus into so close a communion with
that brave and splendid Gael. Splendid and holy causes are served by men
who are themselves splendid and holy. O'Donovan Rossa was splendid in
the proud manhood of him, splendid in the heroic grace of him, splendid
in the Gaelic strength and clarity and truth of him. And all that splendour
and pride and strength was compatible with a humility and a simplicity
of devotion to Ireland, to all that was olden and beautiful and Gaelic
in Ireland, the holiness and simplicity of patriotism of a Michael O'Clery
or of an Eoghan O'Growney. The clear true eyes of this man almost alone
in his day visioned Ireland as we of today would surely have her: not
free merely, but Gaelic as well; not Gaelic merely, but free as well.
In a closer spiritual communion with him now than ever before or perhaps
ever again, in a spiritual communion with those of his day, living and
dead, who suffered with him in English prisons, in communion of spirit
too with our own dear comrades who suffer in English prisons today, and
speaking on their behalf as well as our own, we pledge to Ireland our
love, and we pledge to English rule in Ireland our hate. This is a place
of peace, sacred to the dead, where men should speak with all charity
and with all restraint; but I hold it a Christian thing, as O'Donovan
Rossa held it, to hate evil, to hate untruth, to hate oppression, and,
hating them, to strive to overthrow them. Our foes are strong and wise
and wary; but, strong and wise and wary as they are, they cannot undo
the miracles of God who ripens in the hearts of young men the seeds sown
by the young men of a former generation. And the seeds sown by the young
men of '65 and '67 are coming to their miraculous ripening today. Rulers
and Defenders of Realms had need to be wary if they would guard against
such processes. Life springs from death; and from the graves of patriot
men and women spring living nations. The Defenders of this Realm have
worked well in secret and in the open. They think that they have pacified
Ireland. They think that they have purchased half of us and intimidated
the other half. They think that they have foreseen everything, think that
they have provided against everything; but the fools the fools, the fools!--they
have left us our Fenian dead, and while Ireland holds these graves, Ireland
unfree shall never be at peace.
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