[{"node":{"title":"Hewitt001","Collections":"A Little People","Contributor":"John Hewitt Estate","Coverage":"1986","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hewitt001","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Outnumbered, History, Migration","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hewitt001","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hewitt001_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"John Hewitt\nA Little People\n\nWe are a little people, in this island\nwould be outnumbered by an older stock\nwhose history's too confused to understand\nwhose faith's deep grounded on an ancient rock.\nIn this northeastern corner not outfaced,\nwe've hugged our sod for nigh four hundred years\nsince the last ripples of migration placed\nour grip upon this soil that once was theirs.\n\nHere we have our own tribal rituals\nbonfires and banners drums fifes marching men\nwhich every year each summer season calls\nthe ancient standards to unfurl again\nfor battles when we won our victories\nfor the free spirit and the open mind -\nnames only now blown upon the breeze\ntheir valiant freedoms blurred and ill defined.\n\nYet for an age we saw ourselves a part\nof a world-striding empire's endless prime,\ngreat ships, fine linen, shewed our skill and art\nthat should, we thought, outlast the drift of time. \n\nBut now that empire-commonwealth runs down;\nnew flags, new faces fill the halls of state\nand in embattled country alone\nwe misbelieve these vagaries of fate. \n","Type":"Text"}}]