One fine May morning a long time after  Margaret Rooneys   . It o tle place   t pleased ired of so many years of o ser at all times of t  seemed to imes t ting stiff like s, and it  so easy to  used to be to make fun and sport t, and to set all t talk, and to coax turned into a cabin t some poor man  to go ing and o again. And  tent to tle place for  as   imes. One by one to send to get some learning from  t, a feen cake or a couple of sods of turf,  a o be a poet, .

    It  May morning, liged enoug o  it  long till a o tones of t ing for ent for any lengtime since t is likely enougting some bad thing before me now, he said.

    And after  ting under a buse

    Purcell and Margaret Gillane and Maeve Connelan and Oona Curry and Celia Driscoll, and t of t from tering tongue.

    So be a girl of ter.  is on you, Nora? ake from me, Red  is I myself so serve you,  is I knoory of t sorroing, and t able to save you from trouble,   is in my songs, as it s t  is  of ts I myself ting and talking in some far place beyond to time, opped en ion, and t you knoroubles of time you refused your love to tge; and t s you in quiet since. But   is yourself knoo put  I ask you, Owen  indeed, said he.

    It is my fat are marrying me to old Paddy Doe, because ain. And it is er Kilmartin in one time you  sorro  of marriage.

    And let you make no delay about it, for it is for to?morrotled, and I  day.

    I  o a song t ell me  the song?

    O, y years and more bet is a bad day indeed for O.

    urned from  doill o a stone, and  do, for it seemed as if all t of te. And   many days ago t a  Red  yelloo to given  sour; and sometimes t men iffness of s er making a journey, and it seemed to o be a very old man, s t anger against old age and all it broug. And just t spotted eagle sailing sloooo, eagle of Ballyga you and your ancient comrades, teep Place of trangers into my r there may be a curse on you for ever.

    to t, flo, and a little gust of e blossoms over . May blossoms, y, and I  you into my rhyme and give you my blessing.

    tle branc in  it is old and broken  day oop in he darkness in his face.

    to  and lay doo do o make a poem or a praise or a curse. And it  long  time, for t  out over tryside.

    Some of to see if t day, and  on tood around him.

    t  t instead of t tle branc. Co?day.

    You yourselves and tiful people of t comes and bloen no to you. And t he said??

    t, O is t t kno imes out of mind By teep Place of trangers and t grey pike t broods in Castle Dargan Lake er , and Micories are never at an end. And tc; But  comes in beauty, and in beauty blows away.

    over to till all of t of it, and some t  could say t.

    t o?day,  you o do noo go out and sing t song for a une of to everyone you meet, and to themselves.

    I , said one of ttle lads; I kno Saint Jo tter than a mouse.

    I o to in treet, said anot, said o tell it to Margaret Rooney and Mary Gillis, and bid to it, and to make t  t  be heard.

    ting outside t morning, looking at hrees.

    to knoime to begin, ime of flood. to took notice t all t t  ick or a blackt sigicks began to  to run.

    ed no longer, but made off up till  of t.

    After a , and one of t at t time ting a rake ed stra into tch.

    My grief,  Old Age and time and eariness and Sickness against me, and I must go  me from tree of teep Place of trangers, tle Dargan Lake, and from ted he Old Men!