INIS FAL

Now may we turn aside and dry our tears,

And comfort us, and lay aside our fears,

For all is gone — all comely quality,

All gentleness and hospitality,

All courtesy and merriment is gone;

Our virtues all are withered every one,

Our music vanished and our skill to sing:

Now may we quiet us and quit our moan,

Nothing is whole that could be broke; no thing

Remains to us of all that was our own.