Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. An Exile's Yearning

   

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   There's no rapture in this evening for an evile far from home; The birds' sweet songs are silenced, or bear a plaintive tone; The woodthrush's song is throbbin' in a solemn dirge-like moan, And the blackbird and the robin answer in an undertone. Over to me from the woodland not a smilin' echo floats; All the little birds are lonesome, they forget their happy notes. There's not a tender plainin' where the little streams are young; The birds and brooks are talkin' in a foreign unknown tongue. The clear--voiced thrushes tremble as they chant their evenin' hymn;

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   History Edit

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • John J. Walsh