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Arthur Symons - By Lough-Na-Gar: Green Light
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The light of the world is of gold, 
But the light of the green earth fills 
The nestling heart of the hills: 
And the world`s hours are old,  
And the world`s thoughts are a dream, 
Here, in the ancient place 
Of peace, where old sorrows seem 
As the half-forgotten face 
Of flower-bright cities of gold 
That blossom beyond the height 
Seems in the earth-green light 
That is old as the earth is old.
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