Poetry Corner: The Legacy by James Connolly
The Legacy by James Connolly "Thy father is a poor man," -- mark well what that may mean, On the tablets of thy memory that truth write bright and clean, The father's lot it was to toil from earliest boyhood on, And know his latent energies for a master's profit drawn. Or else, ill-starred, to wander round and huckster-like to vend His precious store of brain and brawn to all whom fate [...]