Show I 1 lie on thy tomb from the cold sod oer you I 1 never MIMI sever were V ere my iny hands twined twilled in youra love id d hod then thern for ever ev er y fondest fairest i me ve may now flow sleep together to ether ive v e the tile cold cart earths lis tarup dalip odor and arid im worn from the weather this heart filled with fondness Is wounded and weary w earv A dark gulf beneath be it yawns e t black and dreary when vv hea death eath morale comes s a victor or I 1 n ni erey to greet ru e on the wings of in the neld wastes meet me when the folk of iny household suppose I 1 am ant sleeping on i jour our cold grai grave hilll ti I 1 I 1 morning T the lone one watch im vin keeping I 1 my ny brief grief to the ill night lit wind bor for the mild malato maetto render who was my betrothed since infancy tender remember member Ke the tile lone night I 1 last lasts spent ent m with ith you love leeneal beneath the the dark aloe tree when the icy wind blew love high praise to the tile savior 0 no o sin sl ri stain staf n had found fou rid you that your virginal glory I 1 0 shines brightly e ryota the clergy alic and d people 0 I 1 clie lefile chiding g abat boea young maiden 11 en in life din 0 id 1 d all shelter e ilir if storms were swelling and avid 0 01 1 my w reeked wrecked lioe hone ihnat the tile cold earths your dwellings alas for your father and also your our mother and all sour your relation relations your our sisters and brother IV who ho pave gave to you sorrow sorro w and the grave neath the willow abilo I 1 craved as your portion to share your chaste pillow the foregoing lament is a translation aaion from tho tile old mother mothe r tongue of ireland and scotland the gaelic or irish the tile subject inch ts is a noble aca bouth auth who died of exhaustion and a aken broken heart in a midnight storm whilst keeping watch oer hia his grave who also died of 0 f grief through U gh the mercenary yno motives tiVeS of tier pare parents n is refusing consent to marry her lo 10 lover ve r because ho was poor I 1 cannot think t I 1 link of any poem comes nearer touching D g the lender tender chords of your youthful ul r ea ders myself included and anti mav may recall youthful 3 mouthful recollections recollection in in the 61 old d ones and causo exacting sanctimonious san mothers and sage faced looking fathers fat liers to pauso pause for a moment where the tile true happiness of sons and daughters is is at stake wipe their spectacles and look back I 1 into nto the mirror of their own youth auth and then exclaim in 1 language of the immortal burns 1 A mon is a mon for a that EV iENE 0 SULLIVAN P S I 1 could send the original in gaelic language but I 1 feir fear few could read it if any E 0 S |