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Show AT DEAD O'THE NIGHT ALANNA. At dead o' the night, alanna, 1 wake and set! you there. Your little hand on the pillow, with tasstj I and tangled hair: I am your mother, aci-shla, and you are my heart's own boy. And' wealth V tho world I'd barter to shield you from annoy. At dead o' the night, a'tanna, the heart o' the world is s-uiii. But sobbing o' fairy music comes dawn the haunted hill. The march o' the fairy armies troubles the peace ' the air; Blest angels shelter my darling for power , of a mother s nray'r. At drad o' the night, alanna. the sleepless sleep-less banshee moans, Wailing for sin and sorrow by the cairr.'j crumWin? stones; our God above To shield you from sin and sorrow ar. 1 cherish you in His love. At dead o' the night, alanna, I wonder o'er and o'er Shall you part from our holy Ireland to die on a stranger shore? You'll break my heart in the leaving, kko many a mother I know; Just God. look down upon Erin and lift her at last from woe! At dead o" the night, alanna, I see you in future years. Grand in your strength and noble, facing th-j wide world fears: Though down in the mossy churchyard my bones- be under the sod. My spirit shall watch you. darling, till you come o your rest in God. Rev. James B. Dollar 1. |