We Saw A Vision
In the darkness of despair we saw a vision,
We lit the light of hope, and it was not extinguished.
In the desert of discouragement we saw a vision.
We planted the tree of valour, and it blossomed.
In the winter of bondage we saw a vision.
We melted the snow of lethargy and the river of resurrection flowed from it.
We sent our vision aswim like a swan on the river. The vision became a reality.
Winter became summer. Bondage became freedom and this we left to you as your inheritance.
O generations of freedom remember us, the generations of the vision.
Liam MacUistin
This was read in Gaeligh by Captain Joe Freeley Oglaigh na hEireann at the Garden of Remembrance after a wreath laying ceremony yesterday. As one of the so described "cynical old hands" we were moved by the minute of silence, the simple drills and immaculate turn out of An Oglaigh na hEireann. Rarely has NAUTICAL LOG been so proud to be Irish by birth and nationality.
"All changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born"
On the streets of Dublin it was surprising to hear the remarks, the media choose to publish, from locals with a seeming lack of understanding of how this State Visit, so successful at the Garden of Rememberance, could have been accomplished with a simple Private Visit. From non-Irish visitors it was clear they had absolutely no idea of Anglo-Irish history at all. For us the cynical old hands perhaps a maturing of attitude is taking place which one hopes is the purpose of this State Visit and not just the glorification of certain politicians.
Good Watch.
Please remember the seafarers held captive by pirates off Somalia - let us work with maritime interests and others to free them.
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We Saw A Vision
In the darkness of despair we saw a vision,
We lit the light of hope, and it was not extinguished.
In the desert of discouragement we saw a vision.
We planted the tree of valour, and it blossomed.
In the winter of bondage we saw a vision.
We melted the snow of lethargy and the river of resurrection flowed from it.
We sent our vision aswim like a swan on the river. The vision became a reality.
Winter became summer. Bondage became freedom and this we left to you as your inheritance.
O generations of freedom remember us, the generations of the vision.
Liam MacUistin
This was read in Gaeligh by Captain Joe Freeley Oglaigh na hEireann at the Garden of Remembrance after a wreath laying ceremony yesterday. As one of the so described "cynical old hands" we were moved by the minute of silence, the simple drills and immaculate turn out of An Oglaigh na hEireann. Rarely has NAUTICAL LOG been so proud to be Irish by birth and nationality.
"All changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born"
On the streets of Dublin it was surprising to hear the remarks, the media choose to publish, from locals with a seeming lack of understanding of how this State Visit, so successful at the Garden of Rememberance, could have been accomplished with a simple Private Visit. From non-Irish visitors it was clear they had absolutely no idea of Anglo-Irish history at all. For us the cynical old hands perhaps a maturing of attitude is taking place which one hopes is the purpose of this State Visit and not just the glorification of certain politicians.
Good Watch.
Please remember the seafarers held captive by pirates off Somalia - let us work with maritime interests and others to free them.
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