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Tones Grave
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Tone's Grave by Thomas Osborne Davis is a powerful elegy dedicated to Theobald Wolfe Tone, a key figure in the Irish independence movement and a founder of the United Irishmen. The poem reflects Davis's deep admiration for Tone, presenting him as a martyr for the cause of Irish freedom. It begins by describing Tone’s resting place in Bodenstown Churchyard, symbolizing the quiet dignity of his sacrifice. Davis mourns the fact that Tone did not live to see Ireland liberated, yet he envisions a future where Tone's ideals inspire successive generations to continue the struggle. The poem emphasizes Tone's commitment to uniting Catholics, Protestants, and Dissenters in a common cause, portraying him as a symbol of hope and unity in Ireland’s quest for independence. Tone's Grave is not just a lament for a fallen hero but also a rallying call for Irish nationalists to remember Tone’s legacy and pursue the vision of a free Ireland. • In Bodenstown Churchyard there is a green grave, • And wildly along it the winter winds rave; • Small shelter, I ween, are the ruined walls there, • When the storm sweeps down on the plains of Kildare. • Once I lay on that sod—it lies over Wolfe Tone— • And thought how he perished in prison alone, • His friends unavenged, and his country unfreed— • ‘Oh, bitter,’ I said, ‘is the patriot's meed!’ • For in him the heart of a woman combined • With a heroic life and a governing mind— • A martyr for Ireland—his grave has no stone— • His name seldom named, and his virtues unknown.' • I was woke from my dream by the voices and tread • Of a band who came into the home of the dead; • They carried no corpse, and they carried no stone, • And they stopped when they came to the grave of Wolfe Tone. • There were students and peasants, the wise and the brave, • And an old man who knew him from cradle to grave; • And children who thought me hard-hearted; for they • On that sanctified sod, were forbidden to play. • But the old man, who saw I was mourning there, said: • 'We come, sir, to weep where young Wolfe Tone is laid, • And we're going to raise him a monument too— • A plain one, yet fit for the simple and true.' • My heart overflowed, and I clasped his old hand, • And I blessed him, and blessed every one of his band: • Sweet, sweet 'tis to find that such faith can remain • To the cause, and the man so long vanquished and slain! • In Bodenstown Churchyard, there is a green grave, • And freely around it, let the winter winds rave— • Far better thay suit him—the ruin and the gloom— • Till Ireland, a Nation, can build him a tomb. • Poem written by Thomas Osborne Davis (14 October 1814 – 16 September 1845). • Song created using https://suno.com • Description created using https://chatgpt.com • Imagery created using https://creator.nightcafe.studio • Video Editing using https://filmora.wondershare.net • #Celtic #Music #CelticMusic #IrishMythology #Poetry #AI #ArtificialIntelligence #Ireland #Irish #ThomasDavis
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