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Padraic Colum (1881–1972).  Anthology of Irish Verse.  1922.
 
164. Wishes for My Son
 
Born on Saint Cecilia’s Day, 1912
 
By Thomas MacDonagh
 
 
NOW, my son, is life for you,
And I wish you joy of it,—
Joy of power in all you do,
Deeper passion, better wit
Than I had who had enough,        5
Quicker life and length thereof,
More of every gift but love.
 
Love I have beyond all men,
Love that now you share with me—
What have I to wish you then        10
But that you be good and free,
And that God to you may give
Grace in stronger days to live?
 
For I wish you more than I
Ever knew of glorious deed,        15
Though no rapture passed me by
That an eager heart could heed,
Though I followed heights and sought
Things the sequel never brought.
 
Wild and perilous holy things        20
Flaming with a martyr’s blood,
And the joy that laughs and sings
Where a foe must be withstood,
Joy of headlong happy chance
Leading on the battle dance.        25
 
But I found no enemy,
No man in a world of wrong,
That Christ’s word of charity
Did not render clean and strong—
Who was I to judge my kind,        30
Blindest groper of the blind?
 
God to you may give the sight
And the clear, undoubting strength
Wars to knit for single right,
Freedom’s war to knit at length,        35
And to win through wrath and strife,
To the sequel of my life.
 
But for you, so small and young,
Born on Saint Cecilia’s Day,
I in more harmonious song        40
Now for nearer joys should pray—
Simpler joys: the natural growth
Of your childhood and your youth,
Courage, innocence, and truth:
 
These for you, so small and young,        45
In your hand and heart and tongue.
 

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