“We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.”

“Across a world where all men grieveAnd grieving strive the more,The great days range like tides and leaveOur dead on every shore.”

“There is but one task for all --One life for each to give.What stands if Freedom fall?"[For All We Have and Are]”

“All good people agree, And all good people say,All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They:But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way,You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!”

“The Irish move to the sound of the guns like salmon to the sea”

“When Earth's last picture is painted And the tubes are twisted and dried When the oldest colors have faded And the youngest critic has died We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it Lie down for an aeon or two 'Till the Master of all good workmen Shall put us to work anew And those that were good shall be happy They'll sit in a golden chair They'll splash at a ten league canvas With brushes of comet's hair They'll find real saints to draw from Magdalene, Peter, and Paul They'll work for an age at a sitting And never be tired at all. And only the Master shall praise us. And only the Master shall blame. And no one will work for the money. No one will work for the fame. But each for the joy of the working, And each, in his separate star, Will draw the thing as he sees it. For the God of things as they are!”

“The tumalt and shouting dies,The captains and the kings depart.Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,An humble and a contrite heat.Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,Lest we forget, lest we forget.”