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The Song Book 273
No trophies of victory point to thy tomb,
No laurels are planted around it to bloom;
But long shall thy memory be dear to each breast,
While thy spirit on high is enthron'd with the blest.
Words (translated from the original Irish) by Miss Balfour. Tune Macfarlane s Lamentation.
From Bunting's Music of Ireland. |
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CCXII HOW SWEET THE ANSWER |
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Yet love hath echoes truer far,
And far more sweet, Than e'er beneath the moonlight's star, Of horn, or lute, or soft guitar,
The songs repeat.
'Tis when the sigh, in youth sincere,
And only then— The sigh, that's breathed for one to hear, Is by that one, that only dear,
Breathed back again.
Words by Moore. Tune (from Bunting) The Wren. |
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