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The old priest Peter Gilligan	A
Was weary night and day	B
For half his flock were in their beds	C
Or under green sods lay	B
Once while he nodded on a chair	D
At the moth hour of eve	E
Another poor man sent for him	F
And he began to grieve	E
I have no rest nor joy nor peace	G
For people die and die	H
And after cried he God forgive	I
My body spake not I	H
He knelt and leaning on the chair	D
He prayed and fell asleep	J
And the moth hour went from the fields	K
And stars began to peep	J
They slowly into millions grew	L
And leaves shook in the wind	M
And God covered the world with shade	N
And whispered to mankind	M
Upon the time of sparrow chirp	O
When the moths came once more	P
The old priest Peter Gilligan	A
Stood upright on the floor	P
Mavrone mavrone the man has died	Q
While I slept on the chair	D
He roused his horse out of its sleep	J
And rode with little care	D
He rode now as he never rode	R
By rocky lane and fen	S
The sick man's wife opened the door	P
Father you come again	S
And is the poor man dead he cried	Q
He died an hour ago	T
The old priest Peter Gilligan	A
In grief swayed to and fro	T
When you were gone he turned and died	Q
As merry as a bird	U
The old priest Peter Gilligan	A
He knelt him at that word	U
He Who hath made the night of stars	V
For souls who tire and bleed	W
Sent one of His great angels down	X
To help me in my need	W
He Who is wrapped in purple robes	Y
With planets in His care	D
Had pity on the least of things	Z
Asleep upon a chair	D

William Butler Yeats

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