Imleabhar: CBÉ 0485 (Cuid 2)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Victory (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   This trifling imperfection, a merest flaw,
   Would make his life a void, a desert wild.
   With horror shrinking from the years to come
   He felt an Angel take him by the hand,
   And he with new-born courage started on,
   Then soon he saw the battle fairly won
   And knew again, in many years, content.
   Yet they who should have helped him to the light
   Marked but the trifling flaw, the armour's dent.
   And not the man beneath who, struggling, bleeding
   Stood fast throughout with no thaught of receding.

   

   Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.

   Stair Athraigh

2. Oh! How the Years

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   Oh! how the years advance and still
   Are we to worth the more inclined?
   Does honor's grand, effulgent glow
   Light up, or round, or guard the mind,
   As once she did in days behind?

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

   Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.

   Stair Athraigh

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   • John J. Walsh