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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 451 |
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A robin the bare boughs among, Let loose his little soul in song — Quick liquid gushes fresh and strong !
And quiet heart, and bird and tree, Seemed linked in some strange sympathy Too fine for mortal eye to see —
But full of balm and soothing sweet, For those who sought that calm retreat; For aching breast and weary feet.
Each crowded street and thoroughfare Was echoing round it—yet in there The peace of Heaven was everywhere ! |
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THE NORTHERN BLACKWATER
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THE broom banks of the river are fair, Now the wild brier is blossoming there — Now when the green banks so calmly repose, Lulled by the river's strange chant as it goes, Laughing beneath the gold eyes of the broom, Flashing so free where the heather's in bloom, Blushing all o'er at the kiss of the sun, Tranquil again at the gaze of a nun. Is it, my river, a sob or a song Beats from that heart as you hurry along ? Once in the twilight I thought it farewell, Just a good-bye to both mountain and dell. |
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