Where The Mind Is WithoutFear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

Rabindranath Tagore

The Sleep-Song of Grainne Over Dermuid--When fleeing from Fionn Mac Cumhaill By Eleanor Hull (Translated)

For the Issue

Managing Editor
Marie Lynam Fitzpatrick

Senior Editor
Bill West

Fiction
Marie Lynam Fitzpatrick

Bill West
Yvette Managan

Poetry
Oonah Joslin