Scoil: Bán-Tír (C.) (uimhir rolla 2804)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Legend of Muckross Abbey Killarney (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Whilst the brazen bell kept chiming
   Its tidings through the air.

   IV
   Adeste – sung the Abbot,
   From out his oaken stall
   And the holy hymn was chanted
   By the Brothers - one and all;
   The winds swept hoarsely through the yews
   That fringed the burial-ground,
   And tossed the long grass fibres
   That wrapped each lowly mound.

   V
   The Brother still kept tolling
   The solemn, brazen bell.
   That sped the blissful tidings
   Through valley, glen and dell
   But, hark! What strains are those he hears
   From out the ebon sky?
   Why are his eyes so strangely fixed
   With rapture upon high?

   VI
   The clouds reel back beneath the tread
   Of myriad angel bands,
   As forth the moved with radiant brows
   And ansers in their hands;
   A dazzling glow flushed light below
   From every gleaming wing.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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