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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 477 |
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CHARLES WEEKES
{Living)
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HAT is that beyond thy life, And beyond all life around, Which, when thy quick brain is still, Nods to thee from the stars?
Lo, it says, thou hast found Me, the lonely, lonely one. |
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HINK, the ragged turf-boy urges O'er the dusty road his asses; Think, on seashore far the lonely Heron wings along the sand; Think, in woodland under oak-boughs Now the streaming sunbeam passes; And bethink thee thou art servant To the same all-moving hand. |
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