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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 481 |
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So while that mighty lord is gracious With prodigal beams to flood the skies,
Let us be glad that he can spare us The light to kindle lover's eyes.
And die assured, should life's new wonder In any world our slumbers break,
These the first words that each will utter: " Beloved, art thou too awake? " |
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