fergus michael joy condron

The Easter Lilly

Blazed white is the Easter Lilly, ye shall find no blemish on her, she bends gently with the calling breeze and of her thoughts, the soil still roars.
Only the very safe, it is, who may speak of wrong's and right's, the mighty sword of empires, cloak of death by day and night.
Shall I find you as a statue, remembered in the town, should I search and find your lonely grave, where they coldly cut you down.
Should I ask myself the questions, as I walk the sweet boreen, where I may pick the lili

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