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Title of Review. How was your overall experience? Do you recommend this product? Thank you for submitting a review! Your input is very much appreciated. For, as the streams of Babylon, though broad and fair they swept, Were waters of captivity, whereby the Hebrews wept, Dreaming of dear Jerusalem, where their forefathers slept— So dreaming by the waves of France we think on Sion too, Heartsick with longing for the streams we and our fathers knew— Liffey and Lee and Avonmore and tawny Avondhu.
And turning homeward yearning eyes that ne'er shall see her strand, We tune our harps and strike once more the chords with faltering hand, And sing again the song of home, far in a lonely land. O Kathaleen ni Houlihan, the hills with Spring are fair, And fragrant blows the daffodil and violets scent the air, Once more from out the morning sky the lark's gay challenge rings, Mounting the blue to Heaven's gate, but not for us he sings, And summer comes, and autumn tints with bronze and gold the fern, And bees hum in the heather bloom, but we shall not return.
O Kathaleen ni Houlihan, give us nor praise nor blame, Only a little Irish dust to cover up our shame; Only a sod of Irish ground our broken dream to hide, Where some may pause and say a prayer and "'Twas for her they died;" For though we brought you grief and pain, yet this much still is true— O Kathaleen ni Houlihan, at least we died for you. When that small mound was made, No mass was sung, no bell was rung, no priest above it prayed; Unchristened childer's souls, they say, may ne'er see Heaven's light— O lone one, my own one, where strays your soul to-night?
This life's a weary one, And there's little time for thinking when the hours of work are done, And the others have forgotten, but there's times I sit apart, O fair one, my dear one, and hold you in my heart. If I were Mary mild, And heard outside the gates of Heaven a little crying child, What though its brow the chrisom lacked, I'd lift the golden pin, O bright one, my white one, and bid you enter in. The mountain side is bare, And the winds they do be blowing and the snows be lying there, And unchristened childer's souls, they say, may ne'er see Heaven's light— O lone one, my own one, where strays your soul to-night?
Ah, 'tis well I mind those evenings, gathering shades about my chair, And the sound of Kitty's footsteps dancing gaily down the stair Through the hall and past the doorway, till I'd turn, her eyes to meet, Well my heart it knew the measure that was danced by Kitty's feet— Kitty's feet that dance no longer, lying in the silence there. Yet to-night as I sit dreaming, while the shadows longer grow, I can almost think I hear them, the dear steps I long for so; Through the years that lie between us comes again the vision sweet, And my heart once more is beating to the tune of Kitty's feet— Kitty's feet, that tripped so lightly past Death's portals long ago.
Ye seek in vain in your temples—she dwells not in aisles of stone; Apart, and at peace, and silent, she waits in the night alone. Her eyes are as moonlit waters, her brows with the stars are bound, And her footsteps move to music, but no man has heard the sound. No incense burns at her altar—at her shrine no lamplight gleams, But she guards the Fountains of Quiet, and she keeps the key of Dreams, And I will sit in the shadows and pray her, of her grace, To open her guarded visions and grant me to dream of your face.
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I ask not to break the silence, but only that you shall stand, As oft you stood in the old-time, with your hand upon my hand; So I will sit very quiet, that Our Lady of Darkness may shed Her balms of healing and silence and of dreams upon my head. How should we live in your lightest thought, dear? Only—the dead remember yet.
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The Reply Do we forget? Syrinx has left her river deep, E'en old Silenus sound doth sleep. Her shrines with weeds are overgrown, Their fires are out; their worship done. Shee, Sidhe —Fairies. Vanathee, Bean-an-Tighe —Woman of the house. No room for Thee—yet the wide earth is Thine!