School: Mullach, Sráid na Cathrach (roll number 3928)
- Location:
- Mullagh, Co. Clare
- Teacher: Proinnsias Ó Sandair
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- (continued from previous page)By few for virtue or for worth excelled,Who propped my weak ideas, made them springThat in due time they might a harvest bring.Where Science, Wisdom, ope the golden pageThat 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 callI own myself the noisiest of them all.How oft within the garden did I strayAnd there pluck Summer's choicest fruits away.Just as the bee avoids the faded flowerI chose the sweet and cast away the sour;Then to my studies silently would lieWith cautious step, and watchful rolling eye.There happiness amusement did aboundAnd learning dealt her precious store around;But dearer scenes must now employ my mindFond recollection leaves them not behind.My Birth-place - were it on a mountain browNear some rude rock where foaming torrents flow;Or were it on the wild sea-beaten shore(continues on next page)
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- F. Saunders