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- THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE
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- ALL the heavy days are over;
- Leave the body's coloured pride
- Underneath the grass and clover,
- With the feet laid side by side.
- Bathed in flaming founts of duty
- She'll not ask a haughty dress;
- Carry all that mournful beauty
- To the scented oaken press.
- Did the kiss of Mother Mary
- Put that music in her face?
- Yet she goes with footstep wary,
- Full of earth's old timid grace.
- 'Mong the feet of angels seven
- What a dancer glimmering!
- All the heavens bow down to Heaven,
- Flame to flame and wing to wing.
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