It's Best Make Changes Little By Little,

Once In My Childhood I Had Been Eager To Learn Irish; I Thought To Get Leave To Take Lessons From An Old Scripture-reader Who Spent A Part Of His Time In The Parish Of Killinane, Teaching Such Scholars As He Could Find To Read Their Own Language In The Hope That They Might Turn To The Only Book Then Being Printed In Irish, The Bible.

Thomas Davis Was A Great Man Where Poetry Is Concerned, And A Better Than Thomas Moore. All Over Ireland His Poetry Is, And He Would Have Done Other Things But That He Died Young.

It Is What The Poets Of Ireland Used To Be Saying, That Every Brave Man, Good At Fighting, And Every Man That Could Do Great Deeds And Not Be Making Much Talk About Them, Was Of The Sons Of The Gael; And That Every Skilled Man That Had Music And That Did Enchantments Secretly, Was Of The Tuatha De Danaan.

It Was Among Farmers And Potato Diggers And Old Men In Workhouses And Beggars At My Own Door That I Found What Was Beyond These And Yet Farther Beyond That Drawingroom Poet Of My Childhood In The Expression Of Love, And Grief, And The Pain Of Parting, That Are The Disclosure Of The Individual Soul.

There Is Lasting Kindness In Heaven When No Kindness Is Found Upon Earth.