I assume from the light of the moon
That your lips were made for kissing
Hold me tight, tell me everything's right
Show me all that I've been missing.
...
At last it's near! I face my death
With joyful exultation.No pain I feel, no longer life I cling to.
Strange that I have lived a life
so ordinary that it rippled not the millponds of the world.
...
I am the smiles of Ireland
Full spirited and fine
To fill the eyes with paradise
And warm the heart like wine.
...
Our brother was always a wandering boy:
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Our brother was always a wandering boy
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Wrack's Dross
Wrack's dross
Fiddler's toss
Hero's pining
Faith's divining
Laughter's truth
Heaven's ruth
Rainbow's prism
Ocean's schism
Craven's steeling
Steeple's pealing
Anvil's ringing
Angel's singing
Sentries sleeping
Saints a'weeping
Hearts a'bonding
Paths beyonding
Fates a'wending
Journeys ending
Forces spent
Egos dent
Ripeness rotted
Chance allotted
Hoards stashed
Wrists slashed
Vision shackled
Onset tackled
Conscience dead
Lifeblood shed
Witless, I from the edge recoil
To bargain reason's rags
With Bedlam's moil.
Wrack's dross
Fiddler's toss.
Wrack's dross
Fiddler's toss.