School: Bán-Tír (C.) (roll number 2804)

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1. The Nun of Kenmare (continued)

   

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   VII
   Long centuries have passed
   But now laus Deo once again,
   A holy Cloister rears its head,
   By the shores of sweet Lock Lane.
   And there within her lonely cell
   Kneels Mary Francis Clare,
   The modern Ollamh of our isle,
   The Nun of sweet Kenmare.

   VIII
   The mantle bright of learning
   Which Eugene O’Curry wore,
   And John O’Donovan’s great wealth
   Of Ancient Gaelic Lore
   Have found her in her cloistered cell
   By Roughty’s emerald vale,
   And inspired her pen when writing
   Of the Ancient Clan-na -Gael,

   IX
   And like the olden Masters
   Who dwell in Muckross Fane-
   That holy Nun toils ceaselessly
   With teeming pen and brain,
   To snatch Old Ireland’s Annals
   From cold neglect and gloom,
   Where long they’ve sadly mouldered
   Like a corpse within a tomb.

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   J C Deady

   Gender

   Unknown