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“Let John P. Irish rise!” the edict rang
As when Creation into being sprang!
Nature, not clearly understanding, tried
To make a bird that on the air could ride.
But naught could baffle the creative plan–
Despite her efforts ’twas almost a man.
Yet he had risen–to the bird a twin–
Had she but fixed a wing upon his chin.