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THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE.
We would be deafened by her groans and moans
Had she to work as some do, Father Hart,
Get up at dawn like me, and mend and scour;
Or ride abroad in the boisterous night like you,
The pyx and blessed bread under your arm.
Shawn Bruin.
You are too cross.
Bridget Bruin.
The young side with the young.
Maurteen Bruin.
She quarrels with my wife a bit at times,
And is too deep just now in the old book;
But do not blame her greatly; she will grow
As quiet as a puff-ball in a tree
When but the moons of marriage dawn and die
For half a score of times.
Father Hart.
Their hearts are wild
As be the hearts of birds, till children come.
