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First Line: My land, my erin, can we sing of thee
Last Line: Is rippled weirdly by the mountain flaw.
Subject(s): Ireland; Irish


MY land, my Erin, can we sing of thee
Save in that music ringing through thy vales,
And through thy people's hearts, -- how bold and free,

How sadly like a Rachel's piteous wails,
Dying in anguish, faintly, brokenly,
With more of woe than all a poet's tales?

Thy music is thy speech: so half in fear
I link this story now in rhythmic law,
And miss in words that plaintive warble, clear

And dreamful, which first woke my soul with awe,
And thrilled it into motion, as a mere
Is rippled weirdly by the mountain flaw.





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