Scoil: Termonfeckin

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Lines Written on St Patrick's Purgatory Lough Derg (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   he leaves there happy, hope and faith-renewed.

   Dear Martyred isle, long years the bigot strove
   with fell destruction and with ruin stark
   with fiendish hatred for thy people drove
   And all but sunk thee 'neath the waters dark.

   But all in vain that fury hell inspired
   Time after time thy modest shrines arise,
   By greater love thy clients hearts were fired
   As each new penalty the tyrant tries.

   For little do they know the Irish heart
   So long sustained by Paidrig's prayers above,
   To think that fear or suffering world part
   His people from his shrine 'twould but increase their love.

   How proud we are dead island that we see
   Though who through long sad years thy people cheered
   Now when religion faith triumphant be,
   Thou'rt still in holy erin most revered.

   God's wondrous mercy and His loving hand
   Has crowned thy sorrows with a rich reward,
   A whole church the first in all the land,
   Pray his love keeps thee and forever guard.

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Bailitheoir

   J. Patton