"Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me;In exile thy bosom shall still be my home,And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me;In exi...
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