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 ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER

Waes-hael' yet lift no lid: Drain ye the reeds for wine.

Drink-hael' the milk was hid That soothed that Babe divine;

Hush'd, as this hollow channel flows,

He drew the balsam from the rose.

Waes-hael' thus glow'd the breast Where a God yearn 'd to cling;

Drink-had' so Jesu pressed Life from its mystic spring;

Then hush and bend in reverent sign

And breathe the thrilling reeds for wine.

Waes-hacl' in shadowy scene

Lo' Christmas children we: Drink-hael' behold we lean

At a far Mother's knee; To dream that thus her bosom smiled, And learn the lip of Bethlehem's Child.

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��FRANCIS MAHONY 684 The Bells of Shandon

riTH deep affection, And recollection, I often think of

Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling around my cradle Their magic spells.

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