ISLAND of Destiny! Innisfail!' they cried, when their weary eyes
First looked on thy beauteous bosom from the amorous, ocean rise.
'Island of Destiny! Innisfail!' we cry. dear land, to thee,
As the sun of thy future rises and reddens the western sea!
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It is mud that unites; but the sand is free—ay, every grain is free, And the freedom of individual men is the highest of liberty... historical , very good poem