The boughs despoiled by autumn swing.
Time, which draws down the winter’s frown,
Restores the spring:
Brings comfort to the wreck-strewn strand.
To men long pressed by evil, right,
And to a weary, cloud-girt land
At Evening, light.
1896.
“THE THIRD TRUMPET”
A BALLAD OF MEATH, MAY 1, 1654
(After this Third Trumpet had been sounded no further grace was allowed to any Irish recusants)