THAT angel whose charge is Eire sang thus, o'er the dark isle winging; By a virgin his song was heard at a tempest's ruinous close: "Three golden ages God gave while your tender green blade was springing; Faith's earliest harvest is reaped. To-day God sends you three Woes. "For ages three without laws ye shall flee as beasts in the forest; For an age and a half-age faith shall bring not peace, but a sword; Then laws shall rend you, like eagles sharp-fanged, of your scourges the sorest: When these three woes are past, look up, for your hope is restored. "The times of your woe shall be twice the time of your foregone glory; But fourfold at last shall lie the grain on your granary floor." The seas in vapor shall fleet, and in ashes the mountains hoary: Let God do that which he wills. Let his servants endure and adore! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARDEN WIRELESS by CARL SANDBURG PRELUDE; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL NEGRO by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES THE REQUEST. TO LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE TEMPTATION OF OUR LORD: BALEUS PROLOCUTOR by JOHN BALE A RHAPSODY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: FAREWELL DARK by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |