ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER
Waes-hael' yet lift no lid: Drain ye the reeds for wine.
Drink-hael' the milk was hid That soothed that Babe divine;
Hush'd, as this hollow channel flows,
He drew the balsam from the rose.
Waes-hael' thus glow'd the breast Where a God yearn 'd to cling;
Drink-had' so Jesu pressed Life from its mystic spring;
Then hush and bend in reverent sign
And breathe the thrilling reeds for wine.
Waes-hacl' in shadowy scene
Lo' Christmas children we: Drink-hael' behold we lean
At a far Mother's knee; To dream that thus her bosom smiled, And learn the lip of Bethlehem's Child.
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��FRANCIS MAHONY 684 The Bells of Shandon
riTH deep affection, And recollection, I often think of
Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling around my cradle Their magic spells.
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