Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Poems

Ireland, is it but a Notion?
Ireland... is it but a notion
Of a land that never was...
But in the dreams of our dreamers...
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The meadows through which my dancing heart
Has often ambled with abondoned glee
Are now overgrown by thorns
Through which it now cannot walk free.
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I am not alone, though alone I may be,
My God always is with, and watches over me,
As I each day, inthis world my way try to make,
He applauds the good I do, and scorns each mistake.
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He who walks knows not he is watched:
By a God who sees us all and is fair,
Though not seen by human eyes,
No one doubts that he is there...
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Can a hand outstretched be trusted...
Can we without fear accept a smile...
Is all as it should be
Or should we be cautios all the while?
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A horse is a horse and a man is a man
And neither can be the other
And each can survive but is much better
In the company of one another.
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Once there lived a Scotsman
Whose years nobody knew
Who was seen by all in town
And known by very few.
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I, the sinner, in church I am not seen
Because Im not missed, Im never asked where I’ve been
For I, few times my face in church has shown
And so, by those ho frequent it are not known.
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A cry, silent in the night,
Taken by angels heavenwards
To the ear of God on high
As if the Angels were birds…
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A lady of dreams
Floats on the waves of slumbers deep
And stares, a look that looks through the soul
Of him who is asleep
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