Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. In Memoriam

   

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   (Written on receiving a blade of grass which grew on my father's grave -- year1914)
   Tis but a blade of grass that grew From out the soil where father's laid, Unmoistened now by Irish dew-- What thoughts arise! I scan the shade Where all my best of temporal things Rests 'neath where choral songster sings.
   O lonely grave 'neath skies of blue! Would I could shed my teardrops where I'd mutely sigh my woes to you, And weep the form that slumbers there. Ah, sighing thus but pains the soul, And vainly must the teardrops roll.

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   History Edit

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • John J. Walsh