The joy of God gets into us, and we
Hum with the intuition of His power;
Even as a linnet, like a thing inspired,
Throats his love-lyrics in the dewy leaves.
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Last updated January 14, 2019
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Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top