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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 431 |
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And wild sorrow reasons, 'mid tears falling fast, That the present may still draw its light from the past.
Oft of mornings to come from our windows we'll
bend, And look on the sun, that bright following friend; Still fondly remembering his glory has shone On the land that we love, and the friends who are
gone.
Oft at even, when labor is o'er for a while, Will our hearts travel back to our own blessed isle, Across the great sea we have traversed in gloom, And hover in prayer by the old lonely tomb.
Yes, spirits beloved, though your home were as far From our world-wearied hearts as the loneliest star, Our prayers shall arise for ye from the far clime, O many and many and many a time !
We will hear the sweet voice that on earth sounds no
more Still murmuring for us from the heaven's happy
shore; We will hear those dim footsteps at gray silent morn, That paced our lost home long before we were born.
Old scenes, where we wandered together, will rise; — The fair window landscape, the soft, rainy skies, The old green-patched hill, where the dewy light
plays, Where your shadows oft passed on the old summer • days. |
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