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He made the sign of the cross of God, He knew the Roman prayer, But he had unreason in his heart Because of the gods that were. HE MADE THE SIGN OF THE CROSS OF GOD HE KNEW THE ROMAN PRAYER BUT HE HAD UNREASON IN HIS HEART BECAUSE OF THE GODS THAT WERE
nd the man was come like a shadow, From the shadow of Druid trees, Where Usk, with mighty murmurings, Past Caerleon of the fallen kings, Goes out to ghostly seas. Last of a race in ruin-- He spoke the speech of the Gaels; His kin were in holy Ireland, Or up in the crags of Wales. But his soul stood with his mother's folk, That were of the rain-wrapped isle, Where Patrick and Brandan westerly Looked out at last on a landless sea And the sun's last smile. His harp was carved and cunning, As the Celtic craftsman makes, Graven all over with twisting shapes Like many headless snakes. His harp was carved and cunning, His sword prompt and sharp, And he was gay when he held the sword, Sad when he held the harp. For the great Gaels of Ireland Are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, And all their songs are sad. He kept the Roman order, He made the Christian sign; But his eyes grew often blind and bright, And the sea that rose in the rocks at night Rose to his head like wine. KNESS IN HIS DEN AND THE MAN WAS COME LIKE A SHADOW FROM THE SHADOW OF DRUID TREES WHERE US WITH MIGHTY MURMURINGS PAST CARLION OF THE FALLEN KINGS GOES OUT TO THE GHOSTLY SEAS LAST OF A RACE IN RUIN HE SPOKE THE SPEECH OF THE GALES HIS KIN WERE IN HOLY IRELAND OR UP IN THE CRAGS OF WALES BUT HIS SOUL STOOD WITH HIS MOTHER'S FOLK THAT WERE OF THE RAIN WRAPPED ISLE WHERE PATRICK AND BRANDON WESTERLY LOOKED OUT AT LAST ON A LANDLESS SEA AND THE SUN'S LAST SMILE HIS HARP WAS CARVED AND CUNNING AS THE CELTIC CRAFTSMAN MAKES GRAVEN ALL OVER WITH TWISTING SHAPES LIKE MANY HEADLESS SNAKES HIS HARP WAS CARVED AND CUNNING HIS SWORD WAS PROMPT AND SHARP AND HE WAS GAY WHEN HE HELD THE SWORD AND SAD WHEN HE HELD THE HARP FOR THE GREAT GALES OF IRELAND ARE THE MEN THAT GOD MADE MAD FOR ALL THEIR WARS ARE MERRY AND ALL THEIR SONGS ARE SAD HE KEPT THE ROMAN ORDER HE MADE THE CHRISTIAN SIGN BUT HIS EYES GREW OFTEN BLIND AND BRIGHT AND THE SEA THAT ROSE IN THE ROCKS AT NIGHT ROSE TO HIS HEAD LIKE WINE
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