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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 253 |
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Crumbled by a foreign weight: And by worse, domestic hate.
God of mercy ! God of peace ! Make this mad confusion cease; 0;er the mental chaos move, Through it speak the light of love.
Monstrous and unhappy sight! Brothers' blood will not unite j Holy oil and holy water Mix/ and fill the world with slaughter.
Who is she with aspect wild ? The widowed mother with her child — Child new stirring in the womb ! Husband waiting for the tomb !
Angel of this sacred place, Calm her soul and whisper peace — Cord, or axe, or guillotine, Make the sentence—not the sin.
Here we watch our brother's sleep : Watch with us, but do not weep: Watch with us thro' dead of night — But expect the morning light.
Conquer fortune—persevere i — Lo ! it breaks, the morning clear ! The cheerful cock awakes the skies, The day is come—arise !—arise ! |
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