Forest leaves . - explained why ladies are rarebirds in that Ii: i, 36 FOREST LEAVES, Irish Love Words By Catii kkixk II icoix Long years have passed since when a child J heard it. The Irish tongue so full of melody :Yet memory oft. like strains of sweetest music, Reealls my mothers fond Agra machree. When pain or grief oppressed me, how caressingHer soft Alanna as she stroked my hair ; What other tongue hath term of fond endearmentThat can with these in tenderness eonipare. Acushla! Sure the hurt were past all healing That was not soothed when that fond term was heard Asthore, the
Forest leaves . - explained why ladies are rarebirds in that Ii: i, 36 FOREST LEAVES, Irish Love Words By Catii kkixk II icoix Long years have passed since when a child J heard it. The Irish tongue so full of melody :Yet memory oft. like strains of sweetest music, Reealls my mothers fond Agra machree. When pain or grief oppressed me, how caressingHer soft Alanna as she stroked my hair ; What other tongue hath term of fond endearmentThat can with these in tenderness eonipare. Acushla! Sure the hurt were past all healing That was not soothed when that fond term was heard Asthore, the pulses of my heart receding, Would thrill responsive to that loving word. Mavourneen, time and place and distance vanish; A child once more heside my mothers knee;I hear her gently calling me Mavourneen, And in her eyes the tender loveliglit see. \Vhat matter whether dark my hair or golden, She greeted me her colleen bawn most fair; To other eyes I might be all unlovely; I was her colleen dhas beyond compare. Long years have passed, alas! since last I heard it,That s
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