Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. Soliloquy of a Consumptive Boy on His Approaching Death

   

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   Mysterious Death! When first they name
   By lips divine was spoken to our sire,
   And was announced as Venger of God's ire,
   Did he not tremble, tho' yet of youthful frame?
   And when thro' jealousy and brother's shame,
   He saw thee sable on his Abel's brow,
   What anguish filled his soul, reflecting how
   The end of all his race should be the same?

   Ah! Relentless foe of human kind! How weak
   Am I to combat thee in strife?
   The rosy bloom of boyhood on my cheek
   Thou hast blurred for ever, and my
   youth with sorrow rife,
   Moves on with quick'ning pace to seek
   Beyond thy reach, I hope, another life.

   

   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   Béarla

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • Timothy Hurley