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- Dear Aughavas, Celestial vale,
True sanctum of the gallant Gael,
Reposing there neath silvery skies.
To thee my spirit fondly flys.
Dear cradle of a virile race,
Whom no tyrant foe could e'er efface,
I flash to thee across the ocean,
The memorial ties of true devotion.
Great sylvan garlands shelter thee,
Dear ancient bower of sanctity;
Around your rocks the warblers sing
Their anthems to our heavenly King.
Oh! Blessed be the dew, that falls
Around your consecrated walls.
For memory fondly here entwine.
The glorious treasures that are thine.
The moon may shed her silvery spells
Around your rocks and floral Dells;
Where sleep our Saints and gallant Sires(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.