Irish Review (Dublin)

Grange House LodgeAuthor(s): Thomas MacDonaghSource: The Irish Review (Dublin), Vol. 1, No. 6 (Aug., 1911), pp. 279-280Published by: Irish Review (Dublin)Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/30062725 .

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Grange House Lodge 'By THOMAS Mac DONAGH

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.

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THE IRISH REVIEW

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.

The Beggar's Child

By PADRAIC COLUM

Mavourneen, we'll go far away From the net of the crooked town, Where they grudge us the light of the day. Around my neck you will lay Two tight little arms of brown,

Mavourneen, we'll go far away From the net of the crooked town.

And what will we hear on the way ?- The stir of wings up and down In nests where the little birds stay.

Mavourneen, we'll go far away From the net of the crooked town, Where they grudge us the light of the day.

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