Scoil: Glanworth (C.) (uimhir rolla 4838)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Death Bed Scene (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   He has fought the good fight, his labours are oe'r They are wafting his spirit to the heavenly shore. His holy body now with us lies For his sinless soul has pierced the skies In his sacred robes he is vested now But cold oh cold is that once loved brow. Palled are those lips, and silent now that tongue Which naught save the praises of his Maker sung. Our Lord had found him a flower so fair In His Garden of Virgins few could compare. In those heavenly mansions he now doth dwell With our loving Lord, whom he loved so well Our hearts are grief-rent, his loss is great Tis sad to think, tis sad to relate That those loving features and gifted brow 'Neath death's cold Mantle are sleeping now

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2. Lines on His Life

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   Those sparkling eyes are closed in death
   That hand lies cold and still
   That powerful voice is silent now
   Which made the pulpit thrill
   In thee the Church has lost a light
   Which rarely shineth now

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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