Come - pledge again thy heart and hand - One grasp that ne'er shall sever; Our watchword be – "Our native land"- Our motto – "Love for ever". And let the Orange lily be Thy badge, my patriot brother - The everlasting Green for me; And we for one another. Behold how green the gallant stem On which the flower is blowing; How in one heavenly breeze and beam Both flower and stem are glowing. The same good soil, sustaining both, Makes both united flourish; But cannot give the Orange growth, And cease the Green to nourish. Yea, more – the hand that plucks the flower Will vainly strive to cherish; The stem blooms on – but in that hour The flower begins to perish. Regard them, then, of equal worth While lasts their genial weather; The time's at hand when into earth The two shall sink together. Ev'n thus be, in our country's cause, Our party feelings blended; Till lasting peace, from equal laws, On both shall have descended. Till then the Orange lily be Thy badge, my patriot brother - The everlasting Green for me; And - we for one another. — John D. Fraser (1809-1849) (reprinted with permission from the Irish Peace Institute's Pens  for Peace, a collection of treatises on peace by major Irish political and cultural leaders.)