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Requiem

E lett her sleeping on a bracken bed, High in a glen where hidden waters fall, And lone and wild the homing sea birds call, And veiling mists fold softly headSo like her Irish hills of Donegal; _The salt South wind is sweet upon her brow, And lingers sadly, burthened with my prayer. For me, this virgin vale is hal5 lowed now, ' Because a mother’s heart is

buried there

H.

Gallagher

This article text was automatically generated and may include errors. View the full page to see article in its original form.I whakaputaina aunoatia ēnei kuputuhi tuhinga, e kitea ai pea ētahi hapa i roto. Tirohia te whārangi katoa kia kitea te āhuatanga taketake o te tuhinga.
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Ngā taipitopito pukapuka

New Zealand Listener, Volume 6, Issue 138, 13 February 1942, Page 19

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Tapeke kupu
72

Requiem New Zealand Listener, Volume 6, Issue 138, 13 February 1942, Page 19

Requiem New Zealand Listener, Volume 6, Issue 138, 13 February 1942, Page 19

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