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'The lion sleeps- rest in peace, Cesar.'   Words attached to Sir Rod Stewart's wreath for Billy McNeill.



I see His bood 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 singng of the birds

Are but His voice; and carven by His power

Rocks are His written words.


All pathways by His feet are worn;

His strong heart stirs the ever beating sea;

His crown of thorns is every thorn,

His cross is every tree.


Joseph Mary Plunkett wrote this poem while waiting to be executed in Kilmainham prison, Dublin, for his part in the Easter 1916 rebellion against British rule in Ireland.





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