Poem by Thomas MacDonagh

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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. 

1. The Stars Stand up in the Air
2. To a Wise Man
3. In Dread
4. Barbara: Born 24th March, 1915
5. Dublin Tramcars

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