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My hands were soft with ease,
Long were the Autumn hours;
I left the ripened sheaves
For poppy-flowers.
But lo! now Winter glooms,
And gray is in my hair,
Whither has flown the world
I found so fair?
My patient God, forgive!
Praying Thy pardon sweet
I lay a lonely heart
Before Thy feet.
IN TIR-NA'N-OG
By Ethna Carbery
In Tir-na'n-Og,
In Tir-na'n-Og,
Summer and spring go hand in hand, and in the radiant weather
Brown autumn leaves and winter snow come floating down together.
In Tir-na'n-Og,
In Tir-na'n-Og,
The sagans sway this way and that, the twisted fern uncloses,
The quicken-berry hides its red above the tender roses.
