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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 143 |
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Broken my wings indeed, I cannot fly,
I've lived in the low valley far too long.
My heart, turned to the sea-bird's lonesome cry,
Can give no echo to your tireless song —
Voice of God's armies jubilant and strong.
To the great silences in dreams I go Where my own mountains brood eternally, World-old the heart I lean my heart unto: Memories of battles won come back to me Arming my soul for battles yet to be. |
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THE LIVING CHALICE
THE mother sent me on the Holy Quest Timid and proud, and curiously drest, In vestures by her hand wrought wondrously: An eager, burning heart she gave to me. The Bridegroom's feast was set and I drew nigh. Master of Life, thy Cup has passed me by.
Before, new drest, I from the Mother came, In dreams I saw the dazzling Cup of flame; Ah, divine chalice, how my heart drank deep : Waking, I sought the love I knew asleep. The feast of Life was set and I drew nigh Master of Life, thy Cup has passed me by.
Eyes of the Soul, awake, awake and see, Growing within the ruby-radiant tree; Sharp pain has wrung the clusters of my Vine: My heart is rose red with its_ brimmed Wine. Thou hast new set the feast and I draw nigh, Master of Life, take me, thy Cup am I. |
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