Two Sisters, One a Gazelle

Two Sisters, One a Gazelle

EVA “She had not the heart to hold the gun; But her words and love in the dark mills shone, Soft voice she gave to labour’s child, For womens’ rights her blood ran wild. And though her beauty soon grew dim, Her soul held love to its very brim.

What life she had, she gave it all And the women answered to her call; And I tell you this so you will know Of a woman’s pain and a woman’s woe.”

And I tell you this, for her own bright name In the hearts of the workers burns a flame.

CON “I sing this truth that the world might know How each in her shroud is meant to go We who knew, by our sacrifice Shared with the poor, our wits and rice: The sister dear whom I loved, and how, Does her nation still remember now?

Costly and free the love she gave To the care of the poor — her early grave, And I tell you this, for who else knows Of the people’s love for Erin’s Rose?”

And I tell you this, for her own bright name In the hearts of the people burns a flame.” — © Frank Callery.