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Padraic Pearse

I have not gathered gold;
The fame that I won perished;
In love I found but sorrow,
  That withered my life.

Of wealth or of glory
I shall leave nothing behind me
(I think it, O God, enough!)
  But my name in the heart of a child.

Translated by Thomas MacDonagh

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From Anthology of Irish Verse | Boni and Liveright, 1922

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