Grange House Lodge
Babylon is passed away, Dublin's day must now begin; On the hill above the bay Make your mansion, pray and sin. Pray for grace yourself to be, To be free in all you do, For a straight sincerity,-- Grace to see a point of view. And you'll sin in praying so, For to know you're right is wrong,-- Yet we can't like blossoms grow But to blow the wind along. Sin is always very near-- It is here as in the crowd; Know you're humble and austere,-- Be sincere and you'll be proud. Once was purple Babylon The pavilion of our pride, Now the lodge of Mauravaun Stays us on the mountain side. In a lodge inside a gate Live in state and live apart, Till the little-distant date When your fate will bid you start,-- Bid you leave this room and that, Where you sat and where you slept,-- Lock the door and leave the mat, Smiling at the way 'twas kept. For, whate'er your sin or whim, You were prim and rounded things; And you kept your life in trim, Though not as the hymn-book sings. What about it after all?-- If you fall you rise again, And at least you never sprawl At the call of other men. There again by pride you sin-- Come within and shut the door; Far from Babylonian din Now begin your prayer once more. Save me from sincerity Such as spoiled the Pharisee.-- Amen.
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