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Thursday, May 15, 2014
Rest
Thomas MacDonagh (1878-1916), "Requies," The Poetical Works of Thomas MacDonagh (Dublin: The Talbot Press, 1916), p. 28:
He is dead, and never word of blame
Or praise of him his spirit hears,
Sacred, secure from cark of fame,
From sympathy of useless tears.