“Your Pride I sit and beg beside the gate, I watch and wait to see you pass, You never pass the portals old, The gate of gold like gleaming glass. Yet you have often wandered by, I've heard you sigh, I've seen you smile, You never smile now as you stray- You can but stay a little while. And now you know your task is hard, You must discard your jewelled gear, You must not fear to crave a dole From any soul that wats you here. And you still have your regal pride And you have sighed that I should see Your gifts to me beside the gate, Your pride, your great humility” LovePoetryReligiousSacrificeIrish Republicanism Book:The Circle and the Sword Source: The Circle and the Sword