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This book is dedicated to a people who, over many centuries, have been misunderstood and frequently misrepresented.

The harp that once through Tara’s halls

The soul of music shed,

Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls

As if that soul were fled.

So sleeps the pride of former days,

So glory’s thrill is o’er,

And hearts, that once beat high for praise,

Now feel that pulse no more.

The Irish poet Thomas Moore (1779–1852)