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Brigid, lost in praying,
 Touched her sister's eyes;
"O," she said, "my sister,
 Dove of God, arise!
Eyes no longer sightless.
 See His glory spread!"
Dara, with a loud cry,
 Lifted up her head.

Saw the little rivers
 Glide through bogland brown,
Where the yellow iris
 Flaunted her gold gown.
Saw the sea of scarlet
 Flush on hill and wood;
Praised God's name, rejoicing
 That his works were good.

"Yet," she said, "my sister.
 Blind me once again,
Lest His presence in me
 Groweth less plain.
Stars and dawn and sunset
 Keep till Paradise,
Here His face sufficeth
 For my sightless eyes."

"O!" she said, "my sister,
 Night is beautiful,
Where His face is shining
 Who was mocked as fool.

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