Page 110 - Trip to Ireland Final Flip Book
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Near the Monk’s Fishing
House we take some
photos of a really
handsome stone face atop
an arched gate.
We found out later he was
Rory O’Connor, the last
High King.
The wind is old
and still at play
While I must hurry
upon my way,
For I am running
To paradise;
…That nobody can
buy or bind:
And there the king
is but as a beggar.
Running to Paradise
W. B. Yates
(1865 – 1939)
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