Bishop’s Glen (Bishopscourt)


For joy a smile,

For sorrow tears,

For friendship an unburdened heart.

‘Tis not worth while

To count the years;

Time in love’s reckoning plays no part.


Though age may dim

The light of eye,

And cloud with mist the memory;

Shackle the limb,

Make sap run dry,

It has with hearts no relevancy.


For day the sun,

For night the stars,

For those who love compassion’s flood.

When days are done

And stilled are wars,

Life will at length be understood.


For hunger food,

For tiredness rest,

For all the lonely friends to love;

For evil good,

For birds a nest;

Such is a creed we need not prove.