School: An Mhainistir, Móin Rátha (roll number 14243)

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1. The Dying Mother's Lament by J. Keegan (continued)

   

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   Thus prayed the wanderer, but in vain! - in vain her mournful cry;

   God did not hush that piercing wind, no brighten that dark sky:

   But when the ghastly winters dawn its sickly radiance shed,

   The mother and her wretched babes lay stiffened grim, and dead.

   

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   “The Very Rev. Edward Brennan, P.P., VF., Mountrath...”

   

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   The Very Rev. Edward Brennan, P.P., VF., Mountrath.
   Oh, vanished years when I was young
   And o'er my heart there hung no sorrow,
   When truth seemed throned on every tongue
   And life laughed brighter with each morrow.
   No hours came back so full of light.
   And childhood's hope and trust [?],
   As those when robed in surplice white,
   I answered mass for Father Brennan.
   II
   He was the Pastor, kind and old,
   Of our dear little Mountrath Parish,
   A sheperd, true to the Master's fold

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   Language

   English

   Collector

   Brother Columban Mc Cronin

   Gender

   Male