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Róisín Dubh

by Nora Hopper Chesson

0.7966 − 0.3381i

Drawing the boundary…

See It Through

by Edgar A. Guest

0.8152 − 0.3893i

Drawing the boundary…

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Róisín Dubh

by Nora Hopper Chesson

Everyone knows that a rose will fade, 
(Sure I knew, too!) 
So why would I be a whit dismayed 
When you died, Róisín Dubh? 
For a day and a night and a morrow 
The bloom of you — 
Then death: and what use of sorrow 
For a rose, Róisín Dubh? 

Yet, little black rose, so dear you were, 
So sweet you grew, 
And your stem is sad now you are not there, 
And your leaves, Róisín Dubh! 
O little black rose, my soul I'd give, 
(My body, too!) 
For a day, for an hour, that you might live 
On your bush, Róisín Dubh! 

Sweet, sweet, till the world was glad for you, 
And kinder, too — 
Now your bush and your world are sad for you, 
Róisín Dubh! 

See It Through

by Edgar A. Guest

When you're up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it's vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!

Black may be the clouds about you
And your future may seem grim,
But don't let your nerve desert you;
Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
See it through!

Even hope may seem but futile,
When with troubles you're beset,
But remember you are facing
Just what other men have met.
You may fail, but fall still fighting;
Don't give up, whate'er you do;
Eyes front, head high to the finish.
See it through!

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