Page 30 - HP2A 003 The Children of Lir
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When they touched the shore, the close in sleep and had touched their
weight of all those centuries fell gentle hand their while foreheads
upon them, they resumed their and their golden hair. Their time
human bodies, but they appeared of sorrow has ended and their last
old and pale and wrinkled. Then swan song was sung, but their cruel
St. Patrick baptized them and they stepmother seems yet to survive in
died, but even as he did so a change her bat-like shape and a single glance
swiftly came over them and they at her bat-like shape and her weird
lay side by side once more children and malicious little face will lead us
in their white night clothes to doubt whether she has yet fully
as when their father Lir, long atoned for sin.
centuries ago, had kissed them at
evening and seen their blue eyes
