Joy be with us, and honour close the tale;
Now do we dip the prow, and shake the sail,
And take the wind, and bid adieu to rest.
With glad endeavour we begin the quest
That destiny commands, though where we go.
Or guided by what star, no man doth know.
Unchartered is our course, our hearts untried.
And we may weary e'er we take the tide,
Or make fair haven from the moaning sea.
Be ye propitous, winds of destiny,
On us at first blow not too boisterous bold;
All Ireland hath is packed into this hold.
Her hopes fly at the peak. Now it is dawn.
And we away. Be with us Mananaun.
Green Branches [1916]
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