THOMAS WILLIAM ROLLESTON
866 The Dead at Clonmacnois
FROM THE IRISH OF ANGUS o'ciLLAN
IN a quiet water'd land, a land of roses, Stands Saint Kicran's city fair,
And the warriors of Erin in their famous generations Slumber there.
��There beneath the dewy hillside sleep the noblest
Of the clan of Conn, Each below his stone with name in branching Ogham
And the sacred knot thereon.
��There they laid to rest the t?even Kings of Tara,
There the sonb of Cairbre bleep Battle-banners of the Gael that in Kieran's plain of crosses
Now their final hosting keep.
��And in Clonmacnois they laid the men of Teffia, And right many a lord of Breagh ,
Deep the sod above Clan Creide and Clan Conaill, Kind in hall and fierce in fray.
��Many and many a son of Conn the Hundred-Fighter
In the red earth lies at rest; Many a blue eye of Clan Colman the turf covers,
Many a swan-white breast.
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