I know that I shall meet my fate;
Somewhere amongthe clouds above;
Those that A fightI do not hate;
Those that I love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowdds,
A lonely impulse of delight.
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with the life, this death.
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