When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain Like holy water falls upon the plain, 'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain And see your harvest born. And sweet the little breeze of melody The blackbord puffs upon… — Francis Ledwidge Copy Share Image
I joined the British Army because she stood between Ireland and an enemy common to our civilization, and I would not have her (Britain)… — Francis Ledwidge Copy Share Image
When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain Like holy water falls upon the plain, 'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain… — Francis Ledwidge Copy Share Image
