A Poem To Be Said On Hearing The Birds Sing
Douglas Hyde
A fragrant prayer upon the air My child taught me, Awaken there, the morn is fair, The birds sing free; Now dawns the day, awake and pray, And bend the knee; The Lamb who lay beneath the clay Was slain for thee.
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