04 December 2004
5:00 PM
Londonberry Air
My gentle harp, once more I waken,
the sweetness of thy slumb'ring strain,
In tears our last farewell was taken,
and now in tears we meet again.
Yet even then, while Peace was singing,
her halcyon song o'er land and sea,
though joy and hope to others bringing,
she only brought new tears to thee.
T. Moore
Poignant, satin-smooth. (:
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