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THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE.
Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue,
And where kind tongues bring no captivity,
For we are only true to the far lights
We follow singing, over valley and hill.
Father Hart.
By the dear name of the one crucified,
I bid you, Maire Bruin, come to me.
The Child.
I keep you in the name of your own heart!
[She leaves the settle, and stooping takes up a mass of primroses and kisses them.
We have great power to-night, dear golden folk
For he took down and hid the crucifix.
And my invisible brethren fill the house;
I hear their footsteps going up and down.
O, they shall soon rule all the hearts of men
And own all lands; last night they merrily danced
About his chapel belfrey! (To Maire.) Come away,
I hear my brethren bidding us away!
