Nostalgia In Time Ebbs Poem by Francis Duggan

Nostalgia in time ebbs does seem true to say
From my first home place i have been so long away
But in Claraghatlea groves in the prime of the spring
The wild birds of Nature without me do sing

Yet good memories remain to me as a source of joy
Of where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And though i have shed the last of my nostalgic tears
I still think of people i have not seen for years

And deceased people i knew in the flesh i will not see again
Only memories of what used to be does remain
In the cemeteries of Duhallow their last remains do lay
Though they are alive in my memory today

The old fields i loved to me would look the same
Some of them i remember had their own given name
The first home place in fancy i only now see
Time that does not wait for anybody does not wait for me

For as long as the gift of memory i will retain
In Fancy i can visit the past again
And for as long as i live the memories with me will stay
Of the people i knew and the places i loved far away.