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Show THE GLENS OF CLARE. God made the winding glens of Clare; God blessed the smiling glens of Clare; And virgins fair And monks of prayer Hallowed the lovely glens of Clare. God bless those glens so soft and green, ..With many a brook and brake between; And sloping down The bracken brown I Purples the lovely glens. I ween. j G.d bless the guardian hillsides bare A ml all the ivied strongholds there: Where sword in hand. For Faith and ,p.nd Dakassian did what man may dare. j God bless those dells so quaint and rare, ,And every homesuad nestling there; The peasants' cot Is the dearest spot; ;God bless its lot in "bannered'' Clare. 'God bless those gentle lanrnvays thro'. .Where linnets sing and ringdoves coo And noon-tide's beam. And evening's gleam Linger, like me, to say adieu. Go.l made the lovely glens of Clare; ; God blereed the lovely glens of Clare; And virgins fair. And km hits at prayer Hallow still yet the glens of Clare. R. O. K.. in Irish Monthly. |
