You that would judge me, do not judge alone
This book or that, come to this hallowed place
Where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon;
Ireland's history in their lineaments trace;
Think where man's glory most begins and ends
And say my glory was I had such friends.


The Municipal Gallery Revisited, st. 7 - Last Poems (1936-1939)


You that would judge me, do not judge alone This book or that, come to this hallowed place Where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon;...

You that would judge me, do not judge alone This book or that, come to this hallowed place Where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon;...

You that would judge me, do not judge alone This book or that, come to this hallowed place Where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon;...

You that would judge me, do not judge alone This book or that, come to this hallowed place Where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon;...