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Thomas Moore - The Song of FionnualaThomas Moore - The Song of Fionnuala
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Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water,   Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose, While, murmuring mournfully, Lir`s lonely daughter   Tell`s to the night-star her tale of woes. When shall the swan, her death-note singing,   Sleep, with wings in darkness furl`d? When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing,   Call my spirit from this stormy world? Sadly, oh Moyle, to thy winter-wave weeping,   Fate bids me languish long ages away; Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping,   Still doth the pure light its dawning delay. When will that day-star, mildly springing,   Warm our isle with peace and love? When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing,   Call my spirit to the fields above?
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