‘Immortal Memories’
Immortal memories that speak to me,
Written in songs of the past
Neath beaten sacred soil reclining,
In vaults of stone they cast
Figures toiling and bent,
Broken in their sorrows
Land flayed and famished,
Starving children’s lost tomorrows
Whispering winds from long ago,
Singing on the corn
Lives and dreams resounding,
Was so swiftly flown
Glorious daylight spreading,
Songbirds singing sweet,
Joyous melodies playing,
Sweetened their defeat
I gaze upon their land,
And see my children play
Their laughter ringing clear,
Still live for them today
By
Mary Cecil
‘Written in memory of those lives swept away in Rathlin during the great famine of 1847’
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