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Prayed the soul of Karnaghan Buidhe
    (The trembling soul of Karnaghan Buidhe)
  "Dear Lord, who died on Calvary,
    Too brief that span of heaven for me."

Then spoke the Lord: "For as many years
  As numbered sands on the shore,
The joys of heaven I give—but thence
  You'll see my face no more."

Pleaded the soul of Karnaghan Buidhe
    (The shuddering soul of Karnaghan Buidhe)
  "Blessed Lord who died on the shameful tree,
    Too brief that span of heaven for me."

Once more the Judge: "The blades of grass
  That earth-winds ever blew
A year of heaven I'll count for each
  Till hell shall yawn for you."

Prayed the soul of Karnaghan Buidhe
  (The anguished soul of Karnaghan Buidhe)
"Kind Lord, who died in agony,
  Too brief that spell of heaven for me.

But this I ask, O Christ—a year
  Of hell for each of these:
The blades of grass, the grains of sand,
  The drops that make the seas!
And after this, sweet Lord, with Thee
In heaven for all eternity!"