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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 241 |
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EDWARD DOWDEN
(1843- )
AWAKENING
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ITH brain o'erworn, with heart a summer clod, With eye so practiced in each formaround,— And all forms mean,—to glance above the ground Irks it, each day of many days we plod, Tongue-tied and deaf, along life's common road. But suddenly, we know not how, a sound Of living streams, an odor, a flower crowned With dew, a lark upspringing from the sod And we awake. O joy and deep amaze! Beneath the everlasting hills we stand, We hear the voices of the morning seas, And earnest prophesyings in the land, While from the open heaven leans forth at gaze The encompassing great cloud of witnesses. |
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LADY MARGARET'S SONG
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IRLS, when I am gone away, On this bosom strew Only flowers meek and pale, And the yew. |
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