Bishopscourt

 

For joy a smile,

For sorrow tears,

For friendship an unburdened heart

‘Tis not worthwhile

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,

The sap run dry –

It has with hearts no relevancy.

 

For day the sun,

The stars for night,

For those who love, compassion’s food.

And all is light

Life will at length be understood.

 

For hunger food,

For tiredness rest,

For all the lovely friends to love;

For evil good,

For birds a nest,

Such is the creed we need not prove.

 

Mona’s Herald     29.5.62