# p.12-13

<table border="1" id="bkmrk-21.-%27there-will-come" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 100%;"><tbody><tr><td style="width: 49.9383%;">21\. 'There will come happiness with health  
To the land against which laughter peals,  
Into Imchiuin at every season  
Will come everlasting joy.

22\. 'It is a day of lasting weather  
That showers silver on the lands, 1  
A pure-white cliff on the range of the sea,  
Which from the sun receives its heat

23\. 'The host race along Mag Mon, 2  
A beautiful game, not feeble,  
In the variegated land over a mass of beauty  
They look for neither decay nor death.

24\. 'Listening to music at night,  
And going into Ildathach, 3  
A variegated land. splendour on a diadem of beauty,  
Whence the white cloud glistens.

25\. 'There are thrice fifty distant isles  
In the ocean to the west of us;  
Larger than Erin twice  
Is each of them, or thrice. 4

p. 12

</td><td style="width: 49.9383%;">21\. 'Dofeith sóire la sláini  
don tiír frisferat gáiri,  
is i n-Imchiúin cach ági  
dofeith búaine la háni.

22\. 'Is lá suthaine síne  
dosnig arggat i tíre,  
aill erfind for idna réin  
foafeid a gríss a gréin.

23\. 'Graibnid in slóg íar Maig Mon,  
cluche n-álaind, nad indron,  
i mruig mrecht úas maisse mét,  
ní frescat aithbe ná éc.

24\. 'Étsecht fri céul i n-adig,  
ocus techt i n-Ildathíg,  
mruig mrecht, líg úas maisse mét,  
asa taitni in nél find.

25\. 'Fil trí cóictea inse cían  
isind oceon frinn aníar;  
is mó Érinn co fa dí  
cach ái díib nó fa thrí.

p. 13

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