School: Cúl Mín, Inis
- Location:
- Cúil Mhín, Co. an Chláir
- Teacher: Dd. Ó Murchadha
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- (continued from previous page)We miss the pleasant patter
Of those busy little feet
We miss the joyous laughter
Of that angel-voice so sweet;
The arms so warmly clinging
And the kiss our darling gave
Ah, our hopes on earth lie buried
In that little baby's grave.
We wander to that old churchyard
Where silentness doth keep
Its solemn and its lonely guard
O'er death's eternal sleep
Ah, no one but a mother knows
How large a void is made
In life, and how much sorrow grows
From a little baby's grave.
To us that spot is hallowed,
For there the casket lies
That holds a sinless infant soul,
A wanderer from the skies;
We'd give the life-blood from our hearts
That flower of love to save
Bu no, she longed for heaven and rests
In that little baby's grave.
