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LIGHT
To Padraic Colum
As I looked o'er Killiney to the Golden Spears
The light on the water was there as in old years,
The light on the water I never saw elsewhere.
It set 'twixt sea and heaven a jewelled stair,
A stair into heaven: and I said in my mind
God's Eyes o'er Killiney looked down and were kind.
The light on the water was there as in old years,
The light on the water I never saw elsewhere.
It set 'twixt sea and heaven a jewelled stair,
A stair into heaven: and I said in my mind
God's Eyes o'er Killiney looked down and were kind.
As I looked from Killiney away to Wicklow Hill
The light on the headlands kept rising, falling still:
All set with fine jewels, a halo for God's hair;
The light over Wicklow a cloak for Him to wear.
I knew that in heaven He smiled and was glad
For the beauty of His handiwork, the thing He made.
The light on the headlands kept rising, falling still:
All set with fine jewels, a halo for God's hair;
The light over Wicklow a cloak for Him to wear.
I knew that in heaven He smiled and was glad
For the beauty of His handiwork, the thing He made.
As I looked from Killiney o'er the vales below,
A cloud as smoke hung steady till the wind should blow.
And from its lustrous curtain like the Temple veil
Five streams of light down-pouring lit hill and vale.
God raised His hand for blessing in the cloud's eclipse,
Shed the light and the glory from His finger-tips.
A cloud as smoke hung steady till the wind should blow.
And from its lustrous curtain like the Temple veil
Five streams of light down-pouring lit hill and vale.
God raised His hand for blessing in the cloud's eclipse,
Shed the light and the glory from His finger-tips.
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