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A father, Stephen said, battling against hopelessness,

is a necessary evil.

– from Ulysses

by James Joyce (1922).

You had the prose of logic and of scorn,

And words to sledge an iron argument,

And yet you could draw down the outland birds

To perch beside the ravens of your thought –

The dreams whereby a people challenges

Its dooms, its bounds. You were the one who knew

What sacred resistance is to men

That are almost broken; how, from resistance used,

A strength is born, a stormy, bright-eyed strength

Like Homer’s Iris, messenger of the gods,

Coming before the ships the enemy

Has flung the fire upon. Our own, our native strength

You mustered up.

– from ‘Odysseus: In Memory of Arthur Griffith’

by Padraic Colum (1923).