If I have not the time
to say goodbye
Life I have loved
My parents and kith
True friends I met
Our land of myth...
Nature's way
Snowdrops on Brigid's day
Swallows in the air at morn'
Fresh ploughed fields
And shoots of corn...
And of course
The magic of words
Pregnant with thought
Windows to eternal things
And Love himself with Mary there...
Our children with a love that's deep
And in that love I treasure you!
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