She Is A Girl Would Not Be

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.

Many A Poor Soul Has Had To Suffer From The Weight Of The Debts On Him, Finding No Rest Or Peace After Death.

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.

Ah, I Am Thinking People Put More In Their Prayers Than Was Ever Put In Them By God.

The Time The Moon Is Going Back, The Blood That Is In A Person Does Be Weakening, But When The Moon Is Strong, The Blood That Moves Strong In The Same Way. And It To Be At The Full, It Drags The Wits Along With It, The Same As It Drags The Tide.