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THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE.
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Maire Bruin.
I had no sooner flung them by the door
Than the wind cried and hurried them away.
Bridget Bruin.
May God have mercy on us!
Maire Bruin.
The good people
Will not be lucky to the house this year,
But I am glad that I was courteous to them,
For are not they, likewise, children of God?
Father Hart.
No, child; they are the children of the fiend,
And they have power until the end of Time,
When God shall fight with them a great pitched battle
And hack them into pieces.
Maire Bruin.
He will smile,
Father, perhaps, and open his great door,
And call the pretty and kind into his home.
