Обри Томас Де Вер (Aubrey Thomas De Vere)

The Three Woes

THAT angel whose charge is Eire sang thus, o’er the dark isle winging;
  By a virgin his song was heard at a tempest’s ruinous close:
“Three golden ages God gave while your tender green blade was springing;
  Faith’s earliest harvest is reaped. To-day God sends you three Woes.

“For ages three without laws ye shall flee as beasts in the forest;
  For an age and a half-age faith shall bring not peace, but a sword;
Then laws shall rend you, like eagles sharp-fanged, of your scourges the sorest:
  When these three woes are past, look up, for your hope is restored.

“The times of your woe shall be twice the time of your foregone glory;
  But fourfold at last shall lie the grain on your granary floor.”
The seas in vapor shall fleet, and in ashes the mountains hoary:
  Let God do that which he wills. Let his servants endure and adore!

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