Moore, “While History’s Muse” read by Amanda Bielecki

“Yet still the last crown of thy toils is remaining,
The grandest, the purest, even thou hast yet known;
Though proud was thy task, other nations unchaining,
Far prouder to heal the deep wounds of thy own.
At the foot of that throne, for whose weal thou hast stood,
Go, plead for the land that first cradled thy fame,
And, bright o’er the flood
Of her tears, and her blood,
Let the rainbow of Hope be her Wellington’s name.”

Source:

“While History’s Muse – Poem by Thomas Moore.” While History’s Muse – Poem by Thomas Moore. N.p., n.d. Web. 09 Oct. 2016.

 

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