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386 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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The virgin there might be : So holy looked it, you'd have thought her Guarding it tenderly.
When, from the silence soft, Some one I heard a praying,—
A poor " dark " girl was she; Upon her bare knees she was swaying,
Telling her rosary.
0 that little maiden blind, Fair-haired she was, and slender;
Her sad smile lit the place ; Her blue cloak-hood had fallen, and tender 'Neath it gleamed her face.
" She the vah / " 1 she murmuring said, " Queen of power and meekness,
O let me see the light ! My mother droops with grief and sickness,—
For her sake, give me sight!
" O my weeny sister's gone, And we're left lone and pining,
But two in this world wide ! If I could greet the fair sun shining,
And be her stay and guide ! "
You'd think blind Bridget saw The face of the Redeemer, So kindly was her air,
1 thought that every moment brightly
She'd see the heavens fair. |
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1 She the vah ! Hail to thee ! |
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