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Forever

by John Boyle O'Reilly

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Drawing the boundary…

Irish Ivy

by Nora Hopper Chesson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Forever

by John Boyle O'Reilly

Those we love truly never die, 
Though year by year the sad memorial wreath, 
A ring and flowers, types of life and death, 
Are laid upon their graves. 

For death the pure life saves, 
And life all pure is love; and love can reach 
From heaven to earth, and nobler lessons teach 
Than those by mortals read. 

Well blest is he who has a dear one dead: 
A friend he has whose face will never change— 
A dear communion that will not grow strange; 
The anchor of a love is death. 

The blessed sweetness of a loving breath 
Will reach our cheek all fresh through weary years. 
For her who died long since, ah! waste not tears, 
She's thine unto the end. 

Thank God for one dead friend, 
With face still radiant with the light of truth, 
Whose love comes laden with the scent of youth, 
Through twenty years of death.

Irish Ivy

by Nora Hopper Chesson

Ivy of Ireland in my garden grows 
Beside the foxglove that the wild bee knows, 
More dear to me than lavender or rose. 

Gray moths about it flit, and gold wasps hum: 
The bees salute it softly as they come: 
The east wind loiters by it, and is dumb — 

Or whispers very lightly of green rings, 
And hollow raths, and fairy-peopled springs, 
And buried days when Boholaun had wings: 

And rode amid the unforgotten Shee. 
Or the west wind comes, laughing, from the sea, 
And tells the youngest leaves of days to be, 

When Eri's grievous wound is healed, and she 
Shall lift her gracious head, and, smiling, see 
Her children coming crowned about her knee. 

Ivy of Ireland, is the promise clear? 
You climb towards the light 'twixt hope and fear. 
But would to God the day we wait were here! 

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