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The purple heather is the cloak	A
God gave the bogland brown	B
But man has made a pall o' smoke	A
To hide the distant town	B
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Our lights are long and rich in change	C
Unscreened by hill or spire	D
From primrose dawn a lovely range	C
To sunset's farewell fire	E
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No morning bells have we to wake	F
Us with their monotone	G
But windy calls of quail and crake	F
Unto our beds are blown	G
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The lark's wild flourish summons us	H
To work before the sun	I
At eve the heart's lone Angelus	H
Blesses our labour done	I
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We cleave the sodden shelving bank	F
In sunshine and in rain	J
That men by winter fires may thank	F
The wielders of the slane	J
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Our lot is laid beyond the crime	K
That sullies idle hands	H
So hear we through the silent time	K
God speaking sweet commands	H
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Brave joys we have and calm delight	L
For which tired wealth may sigh	M
The freedom of the fields of light	L
The gladness of the sky	M
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And we have music oh so quaint	N
The curlew and the plover	E
To tease the mind with pipings faint	N
No memory can recover	E
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The reeds that pine about the pools	H
In wind and windless weather	E
The bees that have no singing rules	H
Except to buzz together	E
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And prayer is here to give us sight	L
To see the purest ends	H
Each evening through the brown turf light	L
The Rosary ascends	H
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And all night long the cricket sings	H
The drowsy minutes fall	O
The only pendulum that swings	H
Across the crannied wall	O
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Then we have rest so sweet so good	P
The quiet rest you crave	Q
The long deep bogland solitude	R
That fits a forest's grave	Q
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The long strange stillness wide and deep	S
Beneath God's loving hand	T
Where wondering at the grace of sleep	S
The Guardian Angels stand	T

William A. Byrne

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