plaque · Ireland
Retrospect

Do the feeble still venture to toddle To the quay, and sit down on a balk, And sun their old selves in the even', With the crows cawing loud in the trees? That's the spot, I think, outside of heaven, Where a heart wearied out would find ease.
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