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Faith, Love and Death: Dowell O'Reilly

The poem describes three stages of life - youth, adulthood, and old age - through references to different times of day. In youth, represented by grey dawn, a boy looks to heaven in tears of joy at God's glory. Adulthood, likened to high noon, finds a bridal earth overwhelmed by love. Old age mirrors calm eventide, where the lonely west dreams of the past day and searches for eternal rest. The poem ponders whether faith, love or death is the greatest gift across a lifetime.

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Faith, Love and Death: Dowell O'Reilly

The poem describes three stages of life - youth, adulthood, and old age - through references to different times of day. In youth, represented by grey dawn, a boy looks to heaven in tears of joy at God's glory. Adulthood, likened to high noon, finds a bridal earth overwhelmed by love. Old age mirrors calm eventide, where the lonely west dreams of the past day and searches for eternal rest. The poem ponders whether faith, love or death is the greatest gift across a lifetime.

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Faith, Love and Death

GREY dawnand lucent star that slowly paled Beyond the breaking splendour of the years, When boyhoods heart looked up to heaven, through tears Of joy, to see the glory of God unveiled: High noonand bridal earth, whose footsteps failed For very lovewhen passionate hopes and fears Dazzled the flowers, made music in the ears, And through the trancd wood their splendour trailed. Calm eventideafar the lonely west Dreams of the wondrous day, and dreaming, lies With folded hands, still lips, and weary eyes Searching the shadows of eternal rest: Childhood, and youth, and agefor each a prize, FaithLoveand DeathI know not which is best.

Dowell O'Reilly

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