Ballads of Peace in War

<h2> A HILL O' LIGHTS </h2> <p>Turn from Kerry crossroads and leave the wooded dells,<br/> Take the mountain path and find where Tip O'Leary dwells;<br/> Tip O'Leary is the name, I sing it all day long,<br/> And every bird whose heart is wise will have it for a song.<br/> <br/> Tip O'Leary keeps the lights of many lamps aglow,<br/> Little matters it to him the seasons come or go,<br/> Sure if spring is in the air his hedges are abloom,<br/> And fairy buds like candles shine across his garden room.<br/> <br/> Roses in the June days are light the miles around,<br/> Tapers of the fuchsias move along the August ground,<br/> Sumachs light the flaming torches by October's grave<br/> And like the campfires on the hills the oaks and maples wave.<br/> <br/> All the lights but only one die out when summer goes,<br/> One that Tip O'Leary keeps is brighter than the rose,<br/> Through the window comes the bloom on any winter night,<br/> And every sense goes wild to it, soft and sweet and bright.<br/> <br/> Lamps are fair that have the light from flowers all day long,<br/> When the birds are here and sing the Tip O'Leary song,<br/> But a winter window is the fairest rose of all,<br/> When Tip O'Leary's hearth is lit and lamps upon the wall.<br/></p> <p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"></SPAN></p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />