Thursday, 11 October 2018

The Boy's Mother speaks - Cathal O’Byrne

If the Three Blisters of Disgrace were on his face,
      And his face is like the sun,
I would efface each trace from its place
      With my kisses, one by one!

If his head were bowed with dread and woe and shame,
      And his head is like dull gold,
I'd forget the guilt and shame, and bear his share of blame,
      For to love is to forgive when all is mid.

Cathal O’Byrne (1867 – 1957) Ireland
(also sometimes listed as Cathal O'Bryne)
Source: The Grey Feet of the Wind by Cathal O'Byrne, Frederick A. Stokes Company, 1917

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