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Katharine Tynan - Recompense: (For Lord Kilhacken)Katharine Tynan - Recompense: (For Lord Kilhacken)
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      That which I saved I lost       And that I lost I found, And you are mine, oh tender little ghost,       Whose grave is holy ground.       That which I kept is flown,       So fast the children grow, The only child I keep to be my own       I lost long years ago.       The little ones that stayed       Slip from me while I cry: Oh, not so fast, so fast, you golden-head.       Swift as the wind they fly.       Not two days are the same.       To-morrow will not see To-day`s young children, crested like a flame,       Gathered about my knee.       One day a day will dawn       Will see me dispossessed -- An empty nest whence singing-birds have flown.       Who shall refill the nest?       The years run out like sand       To strip me of my pride; Then in my hand will steal a clinging hand.       I keep the child who died.       God gives and does not lend       This one lamb of the fold; And he will need his mother to the end       And never will grow old.
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