School: Mercy Convent, Granard (roll number 13846)

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1. A Song - At the Grotto (continued)

   

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   III
   The snowy locks of eighty years,
   The boy of nine years old.
   The matrons cheeks, bedewed with tears.
   The maid, with locks of gold.
   The rags and silks of want and wealth.
   Here now amalgamate
   Ignoring comfort, cold and health.
   Their wearers supplicate.

   IV
   The sick, the sad, the blind and halt
   To-night beneath the sky.
   While stars peep down from Heaven's vault.
   Send forth their prayers on high,
   To God, through Mary - Heaven's Queen.
   For succour in their need.
   Oh! Faith in Irish hearts, I ween,
   Is living faith indeed!

   V
   I stand far off in shaded place.
   The meanest mortal there.
   But when I look on Mary's face
   My heart goes forth in prayer
   And then I know, that even I,

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Kathleen Dawson

   Gender

   Female

   Age

   16

   Address

   Carrickduff, Co. Longford