Ours to soothe the aching heart,
Ours to charity bestow,
Ours His knowledge to impart
To the suffering ones below!
May that charity ne’er fail,
May those good deeds never cease,
Till our bark shall lower sail
In the haven where is peace!
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FOOTNOTES:
[A] Babyónka, baby.
[B] Bábochka, little woman, mother.
[C] The sandbanks in the Oka and Volga are strewn with small white shells, and partly covered with sweet-smelling dock leaves; they swarm with landrails and woodcock. (D. Grigorovitch.)
[D] The Rev. William Hamilton, D.D., born in Londonderry in December 1757, Rector of Clondevaddock, on Mulroy Bay, gives several instances of the encroachment of the sea sand on fertile and inhabited land. The town of Bannow in Wexford was a flourishing borough in the early part of the seventeenth century, while in his day the site was marked only by a few ruins, appearing above heaps of barren sand. Ulster Folk Lore, E. Andrews.
[E] H.M.S. “Saldanha,” wrecked in Ballymastocker Bay, 1813.