Cushden, Antrim, Northern Ireland
A Song of Freedom
by Alice Mulligan
IN CAVAN of little lakes,
As I was walking with
the wind,
And no one seen beside me there,
There came a song into
my mind;
It came as if the whispered
voice
Of one, but none of human
kind,
Who walked with me in Cavan
then,
And he invisible as wind.
On Urris of Inish-Owen,
As I went up the mountain
side,
The brook that came leaping
down
Cried to me—for joy it
cried;
And when from off the summit
far
I looked o’er land and
water wide,
I was more joyous than the brook
That met me on the mountain
side.
To Ara of Connacht’s isles,
As I went sailing o’er
the sea,
The wind’s word, the brook’s
word,
The wave’s word, was
plain to me—
As we are, though she is not,
As we are, shall Banba
be—
There is no king can rule the
wind,
There is no fetter for
the sea.
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