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332 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF
More sweet than tune flowing o'er the chords of gold Comes the kine's soft lowing, from the mountain
fold, — Oh, the Splendor of the Sunshine on them all,— Young and Old. 'Mid the Fair Hills of Eire O ! |
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THE RUINED NEST
Author Unknown
The original of this touching poem is found in " the famous fourteenth century manuscript known as the Lebor Breac," writes Prof. Kuno Meyer, who first edited it and translated it for The Gaelic Journal, 1890. It was composed long before the fourteenth century.— Translator's note.
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AD is yonder blackbird's song, Well I know what wrought it wrong; Whosoe'er the deed has done, Now its nestlings all are gone.
Such a sorrow I, too, know For such loss, not long ago; Well, O bird, I read thy state, For a home laid desolate.
How thy heart has burned, nigh broke, At the rude and reckless stroke; To lay waste thy little nest Seems to cowboys but a jest.
Thy clear note called together Flutt'ring young in new feather ; |
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