School: Mullach, Sráid na Cathrach (roll number 3928)

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1. Filí - My Birth Place (continued)

   

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   By few for virtue or for worth excelled,

   Who propped my weak ideas, made them spring

   That in due time they might a harvest bring.

   Where Science, Wisdom, ope the golden page

   That clowns might learned be, and idiots sage.

   His was the soul benevolent and kind,

   The warm heart, the open, gen'rous mind;

   Sincere he was, in friendship fond and free,

   And all that any virtuous man could be.

   Ah! whither now is flown each happy scene?

   The noisy pupils on the sportive green,

   And till the unwelcome bell renewed its call

   I own myself the noisiest of them all.

   How oft within the garden did I stray

   And there pluck Summer's choicest fruits away.

   Just as the bee avoids the faded flower

   I chose the sweet and cast away the sour;

   Then to my studies silently would lie

   With cautious step, and watchful rolling eye.

   There happiness amusement did abound

   And learning dealt her precious store around;

   But dearer scenes must now employ my mind

   Fond recollection leaves them not behind.

   My Birth-place - were it on a mountain brow

   Near some rude rock where foaming torrents flow;

   Or were it on the wild sea-beaten shore

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Location

   Mullagh, Co. Clare

   Collector

   F. Saunders