I SHALL RETURN

by

(For Ned Mullan)

When I am tired of this Winter wind,

And weary of these sorrows on my mind,

I shall return, to sit and burn,

In sweet Saint Lucia, under sunny skies,

To know, again, an earthly paradise.

When I am tired of this bitter life,

And weary of contumely and strife,

I shall return, to sit and burn,

In gentle sunlight by a singing sea,

Where voices, warm and brown, will comfort me.

When I am tired of this cruel city,

And weary of alms-giving coins of pity,

I shall return, to sit and burn,

In warm savannas of my carefree youth,

Much wiser, rich in charity and truth.

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