They are of me as I was then;
All stand as if unfinished homes,
All are prayers that wait amen.
When I am gone they shall still live,
In lands and times I’ve never known;
And my name a glance you may give,
And know I sang as one of your own.
And if my theme touched your heart,
I shall have done all that I sought;
I shall not from the world depart,
When you hold dear the verse I wrought.
Declan O'Reilly
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