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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!"