Imleabhar: CBÉ 0485 (Cuid 2)

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1. God's Will

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   Could we but know -- could we understand Why the heaven of our lives is overhung With riftless clouds; and our hearts all strung With sentient, tuneful strings, they stand Bruised and quivering 'neath the hand That struck us mute -- our songs sunsung -- We might easier bear the pain. Among The harmonies of the epic planned By the Master for His unseen Choirs, Our dissonances swell the roll Of full, rich cadences. Did we know, Our conscious hands on the celestial lyres Would mar the sublime, perfect whole Of our triumph song -- the requiem of our woe.

   

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   • Miss Kathleen Hurley