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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

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.