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The Little Dog-Angel Shule Aroon A Song Of Erin The Road Across Slieve Rue To W. B. Yeats A Fairy Tale The King of Erin's Daughter Kitty O'Neil Spring in the City The Wild Geese A Song of Memory In Memory of a Failure The Unchristened Child To Audrey, Aged Four A Lullaby O Littlest Hands and Dearest A Love Song A Song of Love Dead Love The Wife from the Sea A Storm at Night Kitty's Feet The Port o' Missing Ships The Ride of the Shadows Ghosts Our Lady of Darkness Daluan Dead--and Living The Master of Shadows Diane au Bois The Red Horse The Adventurers The Watcher of the Threshold The Grey Rider Joan the Maid Newbury Town A Christmas Hymn The Shepherds' Song A Christmas Carol De Profundis The Cry of the Damned Our Lady of Remembrance Maid Mary The Two Crowns A Sparrow in Church Sea-Gulls My Dog and I Snowdrops Spring October Wind October In Arcadie James Whitcomb Riley The Sandman The Remittance Men The Last Voyage Ballade of Dreams Ships of Old Renown Sea-Song The Sea-Wind My Philosophy Easter, 1917 "Home Thoughts from Abroad" The Kaiser Captains Adventurous Drake's Drum Our Dead New Year's Eve, 1916 To Ireland's Dead A Song Of Exile The Air-Men The Defeated The Gentlemen of Oxford

SPUN-YARN AND SPINDRIFT

THE LITTLE DOG-ANGEL

High up in the courts of Heaven to-day A little dog-angel waits, With the other angels he will not play, But he sits alone at the gates; "For I know that my master will come," says he: "And when he comes, he will call for me."

He sees the spirits that pass him by As they hasten towards the throne, And he watches them with a wistful eye As he sits at the gates alone; "But I know if I just wait patiently That some day my master will come," says he.

And his master, far on the earth below, As he sits in his easy chair, Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low For the dog that is not there; And the little dog-angel cocks his ears, And dreams that his master's call he hears.

And I know, when at length his master waits Outside in the dark and cold For the hand of Death to ope the gates That lead to those courts of gold, The little dog-angel's eager bark Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.

SHULE AROON

Fair are the fields of Canada, and broad her rivers flow, But my heart's away from Canada to seek the hills I know, Far, far away o'er billows grey, where western breezes sweep, And--it's not the songs of Canada go sounding through my sleep.

Shule, shule, shule, aroon, Shule go soccair, agus shule go cuain, Shule, shule, shule, aroon, Sgo Dhae tu, mavourneen, slan.

Along the sides of old Slieve Dhu again my footstep falls, Again the turf smoke rises blue, again the cuckoo calls, Once more adown the mountain brown the brown bog-waters leap-- Oh how the croon of "Shule aroon" goes sounding through my sleep!

Shule, shule, shule, aroon, Shule go soccair, agus shule go cuain, Shule, shule, shule, aroon, Sgo Dhae tu, mavourneen, slan.

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