AND THE RISING AFTER EASTER?
"And I'll be seeing Papa soon, please God"
Wrote Patrick Pearse, before they shot him dead,
Leave-taking from his mother; "We, please God,
Will be together in a while", he added,
Flinging Faith against oblivion: near it.
The last into the pit at Asquith's feast,
"Into thy hands Lord I commend my spirit",
Poor Casement by the rope said after the priest.
These pioneers could think themselves well-set,
That there would be for them a happy ending:
Rebels with a celestial safety net
And credit in God's bank, their's for the spending.
We must be braver, now Death lasts forever:
You pay for light; you die when you wax clever!