<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537179" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad of Father Gilligan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old priest Peter Gilligan<br>Was weary night and day<br>For half his flock were in their beds<br>Or under green sods lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once, while he nodded in a chair<br>At the moth-hour of the eve<br>Another poor man sent for him,<br>And he began to grieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have no rest, nor joy, nor peace,<br>For people die and die;<br>And after cried he, 'God forgive!<br>My body spake not I!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knelt, and leaning on the chair<br>He prayed and fell asleep;<br>And the moth-hour went from the fields,<br>And stars began to peep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They slowly into millions grew,<br>And leaves shook in the wind<br>And God covered the world with shade<br>And whispered to mankind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon the time of sparrow chirp<br>When the moths came once more,<br>The old priest Peter Gilligan<br>Stood upright on the floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Mavrone, mavrone! The man has died<br>While I slept in the chair.'<br>He roused his horse out of its sleep<br>And rode with little care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He rode now as he never rode,<br>By rocky lane and fen;<br>The sick man's wife opened the door,<br>'Father! you come again!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And is the poor man dead?' he cried<br>'He died an hour ago.'<br>The old priest Peter Gilligan<br>In grief swayed to and fro.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When you were gone, he turned and died,<br>As merry as a bird.'<br>The old priest Peter Gilligan<br>He knelt him at that word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He Who hath made the night of stars<br>For souls who tire and bleed,<br>Sent one of this great angels down,<br>To help me in my need.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He Who is wrapped in purple robes,<br>With planets in His care<br>Had pity on the least of things<br>Asleep upon a chair.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537179" data-title="The Ballad of Father Gilligan de William Butler Yeats" data-description="The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day For half his flock were in their beds Or under green sods lay. Once, while he nodded in a chair At the moth-hour of the eve Another poor man sent for him, And he began to grieve. 'I have no r..."></div> </div> </div>

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