It Is Better To 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.

There Is Lasting Kindness In Heaven When No Kindness Is Found Upon Earth.

In My Childhood There Was Every Year At My Old Home, Roxborough, Or, As It Is Called In Irish, Cregroostha, A Great Sheep-shearing That Lasted Many Days. On The Last Evening There Was Always A Dance For The Shearers And Their Helpers, And Two Pipers Used To Sit On Chairs Placed On A Corn-bin To Make Music For The Dance.

She Is A Girl Would Not Be Afraid To Walk The Whole World With Herself.

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