The Child is rocked on Mary's knee, Cold in the stall this bitter night, And 'Lullalay-loo,' soft singeth she, 'My little Boy and Heaven's Delight!'…
Katharine Tynan was an Irish-born writer, known mainly for her novels and poetry. After her marriage in 1898 to the writer and barrister Henry Albert Hinkson (1865–1919) she usually wrote under the name Katharine Tynan Hinkson (or Katharine Tynan-Hinkson or Katharine Hinkson-Tynan). Of their three children, Pamela Hinkson (1900–1982) was also known as a writer. Biography Tynan was born into a large farming family in Clondalkin, County Dublin, and educated at a convent school in Drogheda. Her poems were first published in 1878. She met and became friendly with the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins in 1886. Tynan went on to play a major part in Dublin literary circles, until she married and moved to England; later she lived at Claremorris, County Mayo when her husband was a magistrate there from 1914 until 1919. For a while, Tynan was a close associate of William Butler Yeats (who may have proposed marriage and been rejected, around 1885), and later a correspondent of Francis Ledwidge. She is said to have written over 100 novels; there were some unsurprising comments about a lack of self-criticism in her output. Her Collected Poems appeared in 1930; she also wrote five autobiographical volumes.)
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'When you get to Heaven, seek and find my boy. Mother him!' 'Until you come?' 'I shall never come. Earth was good enough for me who had all my joy In my Love, my Light of home.…
Lord, when he shall come home from war, Give him no pastures green, But a wet wind and a soft wind With reek of turf between.…
Thy kingdom come ! Yea, bid it come! But when Thy kingdom first began On earth, Thy kingdom was a home, A child, a woman, and a man.…
Those twelve years from Ascension Until the day of meeting broke, She was not so much all alone As it might seem to common folk,…
Here in the garden-bed, Hoeing the celery, Wonders the Lord has made Pass ever before me.…
The Meuse and Marne have little waves; The slender poplars o'er them lean. One day they will forget the graves That give the grass its living green.…
He was so foolish, the poor lad, He made superior people smile Who knew not of the wings he had Budding and growing all the while;…
Now when Christ died for man his sake A myriad men must die; His Via Crucis they must take And share His Calvary.…
CLOUDS is under clouds and rain For there will not come again Two, the beloved sire and son Whom all gifts were rained upon.…
For the first time since he was born Her son, her rose without a thorn, They are at variance, they who were Always such closest friends and dear.…
THERE'S traffic in the worlds immortal, For many souls are flying home, Striving and pushing at the portal For sight of glorious things to come.…
'What's the news? Now tell it me.' 'Allenby again advances.' 'No, it is not Allenby But my boy, straight as a lance is.…
I am the pillars of the house; The keystone of the arch am I. Take me away, and roof and wall Would fall to ruin me utterly.…
LORD, when they come back again From the dreadful battlefield To the common ways of men, Be Thy mercy, Lord, revealed!…
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