“’Twould be a fine sight,” she sighed. “Do you think me a madwoman to
bring you here?” she went on, as if she had read my thought. “Perhaps
I am that. Perhaps I’m not. For you’ll remember this night when you’ve
forgotten many another time, just as I remember the day when my mother
took me to the shrine at Knock. For this is the shrine of your country,
Shauneen, this old Castle Garden, where your people set foot in the
land that’s given them liberty. Here it was that I told my brothers and
my sisters of the future before them. Here it is that I’m telling you
that your country will be the greatest nation of all the world if only
you lads stay true to her. That’s why I’ve brought you here to-night,
Shauneen. I’m an old, old woman. I’ve not long for this earth. But I’ve
this message for you; it’s yours; this duty that your father shirks
when he plots with black traitors who’d drag us into wars that are not
of our choosing. Raise your hand, Shauneen. Say after me: ‘_As long as
I live, God helping me, I shall keep my country first in my heart and,
after God, first in my soul!_’”
Through the misty moonlight there came to me the memory of my mother’s
plea at the door of the church, my mother’s cry: “Promise me that
you’ll set no cause but God’s before your wife!” Some battle of spirit
struggled within me. For an instant I was silent. Then, suddenly, as if
the moon had ridden above the cloud, I saw the right. “Since all true
causes come from God,” I said to myself, “it is right to set my own
country above anything else that may ever come.” And I said the words
after my grandmother.
She took my face between her hands and kissed me. “God keep you,
Shauneen,” she said, “for the woman who’ll love you, and the children
you’ll teach, and the land you’ll serve!”
Then through a sleeping city my grandmother and I went home.
* * * * *
Our country’s part is to keep the flame of freedom burning above the
darkness of the world. Our part is to feed that flame with the oil of
our love of our country. No matter what our duty may be, whether it be
great or small, let us do it as our country asks; that we may keep our
land the place where men may live in freedom, in justice, in peace.
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