For they hear the wind laugh, and murmur and sing
Of a land where even the old are fair,
And even the wise are merry of tongue;
But I heard a reed of Coolaney say,
‘When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung,
The lonely of heart is withered away!’
MAURTEEN BRUIN.
I am right happy, and would make all else
Be happy too. I hear a child outside,