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IRISH SONGS JND LYRICS 327 |
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And I may not forsake her yet To die upon the Brosna's Banks.
Yet idle as those visions seem,
They were a strange and faithful guide, When heaven itself had scarce a gleam
To light my darken'd life beside; And if from grosser guilt escaped
I feel no dying dread, the thanks Are due unto the Power that shaped
My visions on the Brosna's Banks.
And love, I feel, will come at last,
Albeit too late to comfort me; And fetters from the land be cast,
Though I may not survive to see. If then the gifted, good, and brave,
Admit me to their glorious ranks, My memory may, tho' not my grave,
Be green upon the Brosna's Banks. |
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