Scoil: Mullach, Sráid na Cathrach (uimhir rolla 3928)
- Suíomh:
- Mullach, Co. an Chláir
- Múinteoir: Proinnsias Ó Sandair
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Ar an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)Where Ocean fair would kiss my cottage door;Nay in a desert by the stormy sea,Yet as my birthplace it is dear to me.Shall I forget the well-known beauteous square,The sweet resort of all the gay and fair;There see the far-famed Scatt'rys holy isleWith bosom deck'd by many a mossy pile;Its venerable tower soaring highInspires with awe, with wonder strikes the eye.And in that spot for Heaven's use designedThe bones of Martyrs, Hermits, lie enshrined.There too the relics of Senanus blestTradition tells us found an earthly rest.Lo! yonder building once the traveller's homeA wrecked, deserted, solitary dome,As some proud tyrant king who lost his crownIts pride is fallen, and it tumbles down,No more that lovely shape, with book in handShall from its window watch the desert strand.While thus the Muse its former pomp recallsThe whistling wind loud bellows through its walls;There let it stand to hoary time a prey,And o'er its sides an ivy robe display.Now fancy paints that pleasing shore to view Where lies the winding path to Islevaros(?);Ah! from my memory nothing shall efface(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
- Bailitheoir
- F. Saunders