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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 243
When the morning's gray mist by the sun god is kissed,
'Til the meadows awake to his glow, And new blossoms arise 'neath his life-giving eyes
From their beryl beds bursting below— Then the daffodils dance, and forget-me-nots glance
Through the fern that enfringes the shore, And the parting streams go in meandering flow
Where the primroses grow by the Nore. |
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Now the wandering feet find a solitude sweet
In a sylvan retreat cool and green, Where the hedge rows slope down from a deep wooded crown And the river steals softly between. Nooks and knolls there abound—there is stillness profound, Save the sough of the sedge by the shore, There may dreams come and go from the heart's overflow Where the primroses grow by the Nore.
O the birds sing so sweet where the parted streams meet,
And in confluence fleet bound away, And the skies, gold and blue, pearly isles floating through,
Spread their glory around the bright day; Here the fair Lacken grove, famed for idylls of love,
Lifts its vista of trees from the shore, And the winds whisper low fairy secrets that show
Where the primroses grow by the Nore. |
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