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We're particularly inspired by the poem Stephen Rea recited from the College Green stage this afternoon to the crowds gathered there to welcome this very special visitor. I Am Of Ireland by William Butler Yeats'I am of Ireland,And the Holy Land of Ireland, And time runs on,' cried she. 'Come out of charity, Come dance with me in Ireland.' One man, one man alone In that outlandish gear, One solitary man Of all that rambled there Had turned his stately head. That is a long way off, And time runs on,' he said, 'And the night grows rough.' 'I am of Ireland, And the Holy Land of Ireland, And time runs on,' cried she. 'Come out of charity And dance with me in Ireland.' 'The fiddlers are all thumbs, Or the fiddle-string accursed, The drums and the kettledrums And the trumpets all are burst, And the trombone,' cried he, 'The trumpet and trombone,' And cocked a malicious eye, 'But time runs on, runs on.' I am of Ireland, And the Holy Land of Ireland, And time runs on,' cried she. "Come out of charity And dance with me in Ireland.'
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Although he's not making a stop in the West of Ireland on this visit; President Obama's visit to Ireland today has ignited hearts and minds across Ireland and of course among all our friends in the US and scattered across the Globe.
