Ballads of Peace in War

<h2> THE DARK LITTLE ROSE </h2> <p>IRELAND<br/></p> <p>When shall we find the spring come in,<br/> And the fragrant air it blows?<br/> And when shall the bounty of summer win<br/> Fairer than fields of Camolin<br/> For the dark little Rose?<br/> <br/> Long was the winter, the storms how long!<br/> What flower may live i' the snows!<br/> No bloom shall last under heels of wrong,<br/> If the heart-blood be not deathless strong,<br/> As the dark little Rose.<br/> <br/> Sing hers the culture sweeter than rain<br/> That healed old Europe's woes;<br/> Older than bowers of Lille and Louvain<br/> Grew by the Rhine and the towns of Spain<br/> From the dark little Rose.<br/> <br/> Leagues in the sunlight never shall fail<br/> While the broad, round ocean flows;<br/> Though never a fleet goes up Kinsale,<br/> See, all the world is within the pale<br/> Of the dark little Rose.<br/></p> <p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0031" id="link2H_4_0031"></SPAN></p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />