“I see his blood upon the rose And in the stars the glory of his eyes, His body gleams amid eternal snows, His tears fall from the skies. I see his face in every flower; The thunder and the singing… — Joseph Mary Plunkett Copy Share Image
“I see his blood upon the rose And in the stars the glory of his eyes, His body gleams amid eternal snows, His tears… — Joseph Mary Plunkett Copy Share Image
