  Into the West, where o’er the wide Atlantic The lights of sunset gleam, From its high sources in the heart of Erinn Flows the great stream. Yet back in stormy cloud or viewless vapour The wandering waters come, And faithfully across the trackless heaven Find their old home. But ah, the tide of life that flows unceasing Into the luring West Returns no more, to swell with kindlier fulness The Mother’s breast! |
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