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‘To seem the stranger lies my lot’
Posted March 30, 2010 by fionnbharr in Uncategorized. 1 Comment
| To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life |
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| Among strangers. Father and mother dear, |
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| Brothers and sisters are in Christ not near |
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| And he my peace my parting, sword and strife. |
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| England, whose honour O all my heart woos, wife |
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| To my creating thought, would neither hear |
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| Me, were I pleading, plead nor do I: I wear- |
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| y of idle a being but by where wars are rife. |
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| I am in Ireland now; now I am at a thírd |
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| Remove. Not but in all removes I can |
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| Kind love both give and get. Only what word |
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| Wisest my heart breeds dark heaven’s baffling ban |
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| Bars or hell’s spell thwarts. This to hoard unheard, |
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| Heard unheeded, leaves me a lonely began. |
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Posted by fionnbharr on March 30, 2010 at 11:34 am
“I weary of idle a being but by where wars are rife.”