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LURD) OLLIN'S DAUGITER.
For sora dimay'd, through storm and shade,
Hiscill he dil discover:
And one was round her lover.
** Come back! comme lak!” he cried in grief,
" Across this stormy water:
My daughter!. -oh my daughter!"
'Twas riil:- the loudl waves lash'd the shore,
Return or all sein:-
And he was left lamenting.
A BABY was sleeping, its mother was weeping,
For her husband was far on the wild raging sea;.
And she cried, “Dermot, darling, oh! come back to me."
Her beads while she number'd, the baby still slumber'd,
And smiled in her face while she bended her knee: “Oh! bless'd be that warning, my child, thy sleep adorning,
For I know that the angels are whisp’ring with thee.
And while they are keeping bright watch o'er thy sleeping,
Oh! pray to them softly, my baby, with me,
For I know that the angels are whisp’ring with thec.”
The dawn of the morning saw Dermot returning,
And the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see,
Said, “I knew that the angels were whisp’ring with thee."