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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 27c. |
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And in Clonmacnois they laid the men of Tenia,
And right many a lord of Breagh ; Deep the sod above Clan Creide and Clan Conaill,
Kind in hall and fierce in fray.
Many and many a son of Conn, the Hundred-Fighter.
In the red earth lies at rest; Many a blue eye of Clan Colman the turf covers,
Many a swan-white breast. |
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THE LAST DESIRE
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HEN the time comes for me to die, To-morrow, or some other day, If God should bid me make reply, " What wilt thou ? " I shall say :
" O God, thy world was great and fair !
Have thanks for all my days have seen; Yet grant me peace from things that were
And things that might have been.
" I loved, I toiled; throve ill and well;
—Lived certain years, and murmured not. Now give me in that land to dwell
Where all things are forgot.
" I seek not, Lord, thy purging fire,
The loves re-knit, the crown, the palm;
Only the death of all desire In deep, eternal calm." |
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