When I Die Dublin Will Be Written

He Was Unheeded, Happy, And Near To The Wild Heart Of Life

When One Reads These Strange Pages Of One Long Gone One Feels That One Is At One With One Who Once.

Thanks Be To God We Lived So Long And Did So Much Good.

Welcome, O Life! I Go To Encounter For The Millionth Time The Reality Of Experience And To Forge In The Smithy Of My Soul The Uncreated Conscience Of My Race.

The Sacred Pint Alone Can Unbind The Tongue.