1. The Little Waves Of Breffny The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea,
And there is traffic in it and many a horse and cart,But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me,
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The Wood-Cutter by Robert William Service
The sky is like an envelope,
One of those blue official things;
And, sealing it, to mock our hope,
The moon, a silver wafer, clings.
What shall we find when death gives leave
To read--our sentence or reprieve?
I'm holding it down on God's scrap-pile, up on the fag-end of earth;
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