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56 But he smiles and sings on, for the sound so slender
 * Has reached the deep note he knows;

And the heart-poem stirred by the word so tender
 * Out from the well-spring flows.

And he says in his song: "O dhar dheelish! the tearful!
 * She's ready to laugh when she cries!"

And they sob when they hear: "Sure she's sad when she's cheerful;
 * And she smiles with the tears in her eyes!"

And he asks them: What need of new poets to praise her?
 * Her harpers still sing in the past;

And her first sweet old melodies comfort and raise her
 * To joys never reached by her last.

What need of new hero, with Brian? or preacher.
 * With Patrick? or soldier, with Conn?

With her dark Ollamh Fohla, what need of a teacher,
 * Sage, ruler, and builder in one?