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66 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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The mother and wife shall pass away, Her hands be dust, her lips be clay; But my other love on earth shall stay, And live in the life of a better day.
Ere we were born my first love was, My sires were heirs to her holy cause; And she yet shall sit in the world's applause, A mother of men and blessed laws.
I hope and strive the while I sigh, For I know my first love cannot die: From the chain of woes that loom so high Her reign shall reach to eternity. |
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SALUTATION TO THE CELTS
HAIL to our Celtic brethren, wherever they may be, In the far woods of Oregon or o'er the Atlantic sea; Whether they guard the banner of St. George in Indian vales, Or spread beneath the nightless North experimental sails —
One in name and in fame Are the sea-divided Gaels.
Though fallen the state of Erin, and changed the Scottish land,
Though small the power of Mona, though unawaked Llewellyn's band, |
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