School: Carlanstown (roll number 884)

Location:
Carlanstown, Co. Meath
Teacher:
Séamus Ó Gérbheannaigh

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Some Local Poetry - Spring

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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0708, Page 029

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Spring

By P. O'Brien.

A speckled thrush upon a bush pours forth her matin hymn
A new-born hope has in her woke; with her 'tis not a whim.
Some wondrous thrills her bosom fills - what can she do but sing
When back again o'er wood and plain has come the joyful Spring.

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The snowdrops bold in all the cold are bravely bursting through;
The baby-buds within the woods have heard her coming too.
The blue-bells' sleep so sound and deep since last year's fall is past;
Up thro' the clay they make their way for Winter's gone at last.

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And Mother Earth who gives them birth will soon look fresh and fair,
But when Spring is green no poet's dream with Ireland could compare.
When the lambkins sweet in the "crochans" bleat
And skip round the water clear,

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