To
this
place
which
once
she
possessed
And
was
bewitched
by
as
if
a
mesmerising
jewel.
She
will
no
longer
be
attached
to
a
milieu
that
lies
in
ruins
And
has
outlived
its
grandeur
and
facility;
The
craving
of
belonging
and
meaning
will
be
gone
For
she
will
have
found
her
joy
where
she
is
then.
And
the
sons
and
daughters
of
the
future
Will
abide
with
her
in
harmony;
They
will
have
escaped
the
shackles
of
false
nurturing;
They
will
burgeon
in
the
grace
of
pure
light
streaming
From
some
enchanting
sun.
By
Niall
McGrath
70