But gird our hope to believe—

That all that is done

[Pg 22]

Is done by dream and daring—

Bid us dream on!

That Earth was not born

Or Heaven built of bewaring—

Yield us the dawn!

You dreamt your hour—and dared, but we

Would dream till all you despaired of be;

Would dare—till the world,

Won to a new wayfaring,

Be thence forever easier upward drawn!

[Pg 23]

[Pg 23]

OFF THE IRISH COAST

Gulls on the wind,

Crying! crying!

Are you the ghosts

Of Erin's dead?

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