This blog is a literary extension of Radio Rebel Gael :
I chose the title FENIAN EXILE as a tribute to those who were Exiled from their native soil by the British due to their loyalty to the Fenian Faith. These Fenian Exiles ended up in the U.S.A., Canada, Australia, France, Spain, South America, and in many other countries around the world, far from home, and to these valiant souls, I dedicate this Blog.
Thursday, April 05, 2012
I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies. I see his face in every flower
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his Voice --- and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.
- Last Poem written by Joseph Plunkett, that he gave to his wife Grace before his execution on May 4th, 1916.