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Chapter 41

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into the twilight

out-worn heart, in a time out-worn,

come clear of the nets of wrong and right;

laugh, heart, again in the gray twilight;

sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.

thy mother eire is always young,

dew ever shining and twilight gray,

though hope fall from thee or love decay

burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.

come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill,

for there the mystical brotherhood

of hollow wood and the hilly wood

and the changing moon work out their will.

and god stands winding his lonely horn;

and time and world are ever in flight,

and love is less kind than the gray twilight,

and hope is less dear than the dew of the morn.

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