A Broadside: No. 10

Title

A Broadside: No. 10

Subject

Ireland
Dun Emer Press
Cuala Press
Irish Literary Revival
The Gaelic Revival

Description

PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN, SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only.
The Woodcut on page [3] has caption: "The Trotting Donkey". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.

Creator

E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
Sir Walter Raleigh
Julia W. Howe

Publisher

Cuala Press

Date

March, 1909

Text

TO HIS SONNE
Three things thear bee, that prosper all apace,
And flourish while they are asunder farr;
But on a day, they meet all in a place,
And when they meet they one another marre.

And they be these: the Wood, the Weed, the Wagge;
The Wood is that that makes the gallows tree!
The Weed is that which strings the hangman's bagge;
The Wagge, my pretty knave, betokens thee.

Now Marke, dear boye, while these assemble not,
Green springes the tree, hemp growes, the wagge is wild;
But when they meet it makes the timber rot,
It fretts the halter, and it choakes the child!
God bless the child!
Sir Walter Raleigh

THE BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fatal lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on

I have seen Him in the watch-towers of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel:
'As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal;
Let the Heir, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel!
Since God is marching on!'

He had sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His Judgement Seat;
Oh! be swift my soul to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lillies Christ was born accross the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make them free,
While God is marching on.
Julia W. Howe.

Original Format

Broadside

Files

010.pdf

Citation

E. C. Yeats et al., “A Broadside: No. 10,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed June 27, 2022, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1355.