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〃Maelanfaid；〃 airy voices call；
〃MacOcha Molv is dead；
Who killed no creature great or small；
Who helped all life instead：
Now griefs of bird and blossom fall
Around his funeral bed。〃
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THE YOUNG ADVENTURERS
We will go adventuring； will you come adventuring；
Hail； to all who sail with us the seven pleasant seas：
All the shores with lily bells； all the flutes of woodland dells
Are calling like a legend upon a fragrant breeze。
Throw away the haughty cares； children here are millionaires；
Laughter take for baggage and give your laugh a song；
We must sail the seas of grass； round the isles of clover pass；
And delve in leagues of shadowland； when clouds come along。
Caves are walled with treasure trove； rich as any south…sea cove；
Bullion of the meadow where the gold sun flows；
Round the reefs of mignonette； up the waves of violet；
Fragrant go our sails and spars with attar of the rose。
On； gay adventurers； bravely ride the billowy furze；
Golden foil and dewy pearls are swaying to a tune：
Quaff the brew of red raspberry through the vine veils gossamery。
Till we turn when night comes down alleys of the moon。
Yea； with laughter in our sails and our hearts a book of tales；
Down the silver roadways； a homeward hymn we say：
Praise the Lord ye great and small； flower and weed majestical；
For pleasant seas that God gave adventurers today。
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THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH
（For Osceola and Pocahontas）
Was it a hundred years ago；
Or was it but yesterday；
When we found the roads that grow
Blossom and song of May？
Maybe it was but yesterday；
Or a hundred years ago。
The roads from Bersabee to Dan
Are old and quickly tire；
But to the heart of child or man
Youth is a fairy fire：
Our youthful roads； they never tire
》From Bersabee to Dan。
Ponce de Leon found no spring；
But legend's long； long ruth；
But the grace of God is a magic thing
Abides with chivalrous youth：
The grace of God that brings no ruth
For them who find the spring。
There is a land； there is a May
Beyond the graveyard tree；
Ten thousand years are like a day
Of a youth that we shall see：
Our young hearts pass the graveyard tree
To a land forever in May。
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THE BONNIE PRINCE O' SPRING
The little green soldiers are here at last；
With their waving blades and spears；
And across the hills they are marching fast
With the drill of a thousand years：
And I wave afar； and I shout； Hurrah！
Till I hear their echoing cheers。
A bonnie prince is at their head；
And his love the legions know：
For he gives them rest where the twigs are red
At the hedges cool in a row：
And afoot are they soon to a birdlike tune
On the northward march to go。
Oh； I am leal to the marching men；
To my bonnie Prince I'm true；
For he tells me the way to his tented glen；
And the secret password too：
And he sets in my hair a blossom to wear；
Like his own good horsemen do。
Then I will follow on all the day
Where the bonnie Prince has led；
Till we drive the Winter foeman away
And throne my Prince instead：
And sing willaloo！ With the birds； willaloo！
For the Winter King is dead。
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ON A TRAIN
（For Christine and Tom）
Oases are charming 'mid the Afric sands；
Beautiful is summer after rain；
But the sweetest blossoms may be eyes and hands；
And two playful children on a train。
Aileen and her brother； home from holiday；
Left behind them Narragansett town；
Innocence like music followed all the way；
Summer glowed upon the cheeks of brown。
She that was their escort read a magazine：
They were young； and trains are dull at night；
All the passing signals； red and blue and green；
Counted up the miles for young delight。
I was there behind them； earnest in a book：
Lo； the journey turned to fairyland；
When； like magic mirrors； dusty windows took
Aileen's dancing eyes and waving hand！
That is how it happened on a creeping train；
How a play began without a word；
Peekaboo reflections in a window…pane；
Such a story…hour was never heard。
Aileen and her brother； strangers were to me；
They were friendly for the cloth I wore；
And through leagues of window； youthful play could see
We were friends to be for evermore。
So we passed the hamlets； passed the miles of night
In a fairyland of silent games；
Till the travel ended in the Worcester light；
Yet we parted； strangers in our names。
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On a Train
But a fortnight later； by an autumn tree；
Aileen and her brother came my way；
And another； glad to tell the names of them and me；
And to hear how travellers can play。
Life is but a journey； say we evermore；
Passing lights the years have； like a train；
Three good friends will travel up to heaven's door；
With the world a merry window…pane。
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THE COLUMBINE
Gray lonely rocks about thee stand；
Ignored of sun and dew；
Yet is thy breath upon the land；
To thy vocation true。
So come they character to me
That works in sunless ways；
And I shall learn to give with thee
Dark hills a constant praise。
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TWO SEANICHIES
（For Aedh）
'Tis the queerest trade we have； the two of us that go about；
I that do the talkin'； and the little lad that sings；
We to tell the story of a Land you ought to know about；
The wonder land of Erin and the memories it brings。
Sure it is a wonder land； richer than the books it is；
Full of magic stories and a hopeful heart of song；
Faith； and near the mountains and the sunny lakes and brooks it is；
Like the olden seanichies； the pair of us belong。
Far and broad our journeyin' ； up and down the land we go；
Today among the mountains and tomorrow by the sea；
Pleasant are the roads with us； and to a welcome grand we go；
Erin wins the heart of you； whoever you may be。
Erin's heart will capture you； if you will but listen now；
Great she was afore the Danes and all her Saxon foes；
After that the sorrows came； sure your eyes will glisten now；
Up； my lad； and sing for them 〃The Dark Little Rose。〃
Rest awhile and I will tell the fame of Tara's Hall to them；
All the deeds of valor and a thousand scenes of joy；
Wicklow hills and Derry fields where Killarney calls to them。
Come； my lad； it's Ninety…Eight and sing 〃The Croppy Boy。〃
Long ago the stranger came and learned to love the ways of her；
Irish more than Irish the Norman foe became；
Sure and here across the sea you give your hearts to praise of her；
The tear and smile within her eyes that ever are the same。
Not for gold or little fame the two of us to go about；
I that do the talkin'； and the little lad that sings；
We to win your love for her； the Land you're glad to know about；
The wonder land of Erin and the memories it brings。
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THE GREEN BRIGADE
ON THE FIELD OF CORN
Where is the war ye march unto；
》From the early tents of morn？
And what are the deed