I want to raise, on this Vote, a question of policy, and I think it can appropriately be raised now. I refer to the policy of the Office of Works in refusing to allow an inscription to be placed on the pedestal of the bust of the late T.M. Kettle that has been erected in Stephen's Green. From the newspapers I gather that the Board of Works object to three lines from one of T. M. Kettle's poems, written on the eve of his death in France, on the ground that they would cause contention and possible hostility to the memorial. I have always tried to seek peace and ensure it, but I have ventured to hope that that decision of the Office of Works may be reconsidered, because I think when it is looked at in a right light the policy of the Board of Works will be found to be a mistaken policy. The lines that were objected to are these:—
"These poor dead
Died not for flag or king or emperor,
But for a dream born in a herdsman's shed
And for the simple scripture of the poor."
I think they expressed what was in Kettle's own mind when he joined the British Army and went to the war. Tom Kettle was a friend of mine. I had a friendship with him such as I have with many Deputies of this Dáil, based not on any common ideal or on any identity of opinion, but based on a recognition of those qualities that make for friendship, and I believe that I might interpret his mind thus:—He did not go to fight and die in France for love of England. I do not think he ever entertained that feeling; he did not go for hatred of Germany. He loved German music and he loved Germany. He may have gone in part in the spirit of the Wild Geese of old:
" War dogs battered and grey,
Gnawing a broken bone:
Fighters in every clime
And every cause but our own."
But in the main I believe he went, because in the early days of the war he was sent by a newspaper to Belgium as a war correspondent, and there he saw the refugees driven from their homes, drifting down the roads. Anybody who has seen the war refugees knows that there is no sadder sight in the world; carts hastily piled up with all the treasures the household held dear, old women and little children forced from their homes. I believe that the paramount impulse of Kettle's poem was the desire to see these people put back into their homes. Is there anybody who will say that that was not a kindly and Christian impulse? Is there anybody, I do not care how bitter party feeling is in this country, will take exception to the dead man having the words which he wrote, the thoughts of his mind on the eve of his death, inscribed on his own memorial? The Parliamentary Secretary approaches this question anew. He is not responsible for any previous decision. I know he has ideals. I believe he has a generous enough mind to respect the ideals of others. I would appeal to him, not in any hostile or polemical spirit, to reconsider this question, and to say if a young man cut off in the prime of life, may not be remembered by the words which he choose himself and wrote down on the eve of his death. I do not believe that any susceptibility or any feeling in the State will be injured if the Parliamentary Secretary of the Board of Works gives way on this point.