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EN PASSANT, by                    
First Line: A dozen pencils, yellow, green, and blue
Last Line: "the saints befriend you, lady!"" ""and you, sir."
Subject(s): Ireland; Peddlers & Peddling; Irish

A dozen pencils, yellow, green, and blue,
Alist within a thin old cap; a man
Over whose head the grim war lightnings ran
Awhile ago, and tore him half in two.
Now nevermore shoulder to shoulder he
Would walk with any other, never stand
To look with equal gaze on sea or land.
Slow passing feet his daily symphony.
I paused to speak a word, as stranger may,
Careful to give no hurt of sympathy.
"'Erin go bragh!' The green the one for me!"
The Gaelic heart sings in the rain alway.
"You might be Irish, lady?" "Would I were!"
"The saints befriend you, lady!" "And you, sir."

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