School: Caolchoill (roll number 16087)
- Location:
- Kealkill, Co. Cork
- Teacher: Mícheál Ó Laoghaire
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0283, Page 084
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- (continued from previous page)By the red arrowy bolt of Heaven
While not a leaf remains behind
Save some long mourner of its kind
Wither'd and drooping on its bough
Like "him" who treads that valley now
Alone he treads - still in the blast
The sheeted rain is driving fast
And louder peals the thunder's crash-
Louder the ocean's distant crash-
Amid the elemental strife
He walks as reckless as if life
Were but a debt he'd freely pay
To the next flash that crossed his way.
Yet is there something in his air
Of purpose dire that mocks despair
What that, and whither he would go.
Thro' storm and darkness none may know
But his un-erring steps can tell-
There's not a deer in that wild dell
Can track its many depths so well
He gains the shore - his whistle shrill
Is answered - ready at his will
In a small cove his pinnace lay -
Weigh quick, my lads, I cross the bay."-
No question ask they, but a cheer
Proclaims their bosoms know not fear(continues on next page)
