School: Dean Kelly Memorial (roll number 16639)

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1. The Cholera Ground (continued)

   

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   Graves are these mounds where the tall grass is twining
   Lightly tread o'er them, and lowly inclining
   With a brief prayer and fond pity's tear shining
   Pay the poor tribute thou owest the dead -
   Graves, where are sleeping the poor broken-hearted
   Victims of famine in dark days departed
   When the fell plague from the Orient started
   And like a Simoom o'er over beauteous land sped

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   Here are their bones 'neath the grassy mounds lying
   Where Shannon wakes its soft musical sighing
   When zephyrs blow and the evening is dying
   And the sad scene might her mantle flings oe'r;
   But in the land where no sorrow e'er cometh
   Where flowers bright and fragrant eternally bloometh
   Where the moth ent'reth not and the rust ne'er consumeth
   Happy their souls dwell with God evermore.

   

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