Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. Spring (continued)

   

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   With eloquence - to him
   More than from dissembling men;
   While the quick streams as they pass,
   To the baby blades of grass
   Babble words of joy and love
   Caught from out the realms above,
   And our hearts are filled with cheer
   As we gaze upon the clear
   Rippling waters glide away,
   And we think we hear them say,
   "Love and hope and joy we bring."
   'Tis the message of the Spring.

   

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2. Victory

   

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   One mistake he made, but he did not see
   At first, it's full entirety.
   He vainly sought to grasp and understand
   The cause of his engulfing misery,
   Until he heard a voice from Heaven say
   That this frail shackle to full liberty

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   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   Béarla

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • John J. Walsh