School: Glanworth (C.) (roll number 4838)
- Location:
- Glanworth, Co. Cork
- Teacher: Máire, Bean Uí Fhiachra
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0373, Page 183
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- (continued from previous page)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
- 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(continues on next page)
