Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. Victory (continued)

   

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   This trifling imperfection, a merest flaw,
   Would make his life a void, a desert wild.
   With horror shrinking from the years to come
   He felt an Angel take him by the hand,
   And he with new-born courage started on,
   Then soon he saw the battle fairly won
   And knew again, in many years, content.
   Yet they who should have helped him to the light
   Marked but the trifling flaw, the armour's dent.
   And not the man beneath who, struggling, bleeding
   Stood fast throughout with no thaught of receding.

   

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2. Oh! How the Years

   

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   Oh! how the years advance and still Are we to worth the more inclined? Does honor's grand, effulgent glow Light up, or round, or guard the mind, As once she did in days behind?

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   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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   • John J. Walsh