IN DONEGAL.
« (By Ethjja Cabberet.) I know a purplo moorland where a blue loch lies, - -_ , ■—■ Whero the lonely plover circles, and the peewit criea. Oh, do you yet remember that dear day in September, The bills and shadowy waters beneath those tender skies. Behind the scythes, swift-flashing & wealth of gold corn lay, In every brake a singing voice had come sweet word to aay, . When we took the track together across ' a. world of heather. With joy before us like a star to point thepleasant way. In Kerry of the Kings you hear the cuckoo call. You watch the goree grow withered and its yellow glory fall; , '*■ Yet may some dream blow o'er you the welcome that's before you Among the wind-swept Heather and gray glens of Denial. —From "The Four Winds of Eirina."
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Press, Volume LXVI, Issue 13906, 3 December 1910, Page 7
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134IN DONEGAL. Press, Volume LXVI, Issue 13906, 3 December 1910, Page 7
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