Out-ime out-worn,

    Come clear of ts of ;

    Laug, again in t;

    Sig, again in the morn.

    ther Eire is always young,

    De gray,

    thee or love decay

    Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.

    Come, , where hill is heaped upon hill,

    For tical brotherhood

    Of he hilly wood

    And t their will.

    And God stands winding his lonely horn;

    And time and orld are ever in flight,

    And love is less kind t,

    And he morn.