Works

(For T. A. Daly)


America, Ireland and Italy,
All have known this poor old tree.

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A rickety fence goes round the yard
And the noisy streets stand high:...

Not from Mars and not from Thor
Comes the war, the welcome war,
Many months we waited for
To free us from the bondage
Of Winter's gloomy reign:
Valor to our hope is bound,...