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James and Mary Ford, eds.  Every Day in the Year.  1902.
September 20
She Is Far from the Land
By Thomas Moore (1779–1852)
SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,
  And lovers around her are sighing;
But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps,
  For her heart in his grave is lying!
She sings the wild song of her dear native plains,        5
  Every note which he loved awaking—
Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains,
  How the heart of the minstrel is breaking!
He had lived for his love, for his country he died,
  They were all that to life had entwined him,—        10
Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried,
  Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Oh! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest,
  When they promise a glorious to-morrow;
They’ll shine o’er her sleep like a smile from the West        15
  From her own loved Island or Sorrow.

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