On a Poet Patriot by Thomas MacDonagh
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!!
On a Poet Patriot
Thomas MacDonagh
His songs were a little phrase
Of eternal song,
Drowned in the harping of lays
More loud and long.
His deed was a single word,
Called out alone
In a night when no echo stirred
To laughter or moan.
But his songs new souls shall thrill,
The loud harps dumb,
And his deed the echoes fill
When the dawn is come.
Current Tea: margarita (black tea with flavors of lime and salt)
