Deaf, in the dark, I shall arise and throw From off my soul, The withered world with all its joy and woe, That was my goal.

I shall arise, and like a shooting star Slip from my place; So lingering see the old world from afar Revolve in space.

And know more things than all the wise may know Till all be done; Till One shall come who, breathing on the stars, Blows out the sun.

p. 55A NEW YEAR

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Behold! a new white world! The falling snow Has cloaked the last old year And bid him go.

To-morrow! cries the oak-tree To his heart, My sealèd buds shall fling Their leaves apart.

To-morrow! pipes the robin, And again How sweet the nest that long Was full of rain.

To-morrow! bleats the sheep, And one by one My little lambs shall frolic  ’Neath the sun.

For us, too, let some fair To-morrow be, O Thou who weavest threads Of Destiny!

p. 56Thou wast a babe on that Far Christmas Day, Let us as children follow In Thy way.

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So that our hearts grown cold  ’Neath time and pain, With young sweet faith may blossom Green again.

That empty promises Of passing years Spring into life, and not Repenting tears.

So that our deeds upon The earth may go, As innocent as lambs, And pure as snow.

p. 57THE KINE OF MY FATHER

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The kine of my rather, they are straying from my keeping; The young goat’s at mischief, but little can I do: For all through the night did I hear the Banshee keening; O youth of my loving, and is it well with you?

All through the night sat my mother with my sorrow;  “Whisht, it is the wind, O one childeen of my heart!” My hair with the wind, and my two hands clasped in anguish; Black head of my darling! too long are we apart.

Were your grave at my feet, I would think 

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