“To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life”

  • “To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life”

  • To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life
  • Among strangèrs.   Father and mother dear,
  • Brothers and sisters are in Christ not near
  • And he my peace my parting, sword and strife.
  • England, whose honour O all my heart woos, wife
  • To my creating thought, would neither hear
  • Me, were I pleading, plead nor do I: I wear-
  • y of idle a being but by where wars are rife.
  • I am in Ireland now; now I am at a thírd
  • Remove.   Not but in all removes I can
  • Kind love both give and get.   Only what word
  • Wisest my heart breeds dark heaven’s baffling ban
  • Bars or hell’s spell thwarts.   This to hoard unheard,
  • Heard unheeded, leaves me a lonely began.
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