Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард)

Kilmelchedor

Far removed from strife and war
Is the shrine of Kilmelchedor;
O’er one crumbling archway see
Clearly graven—Domine!

Master then and master still,
How we lean upon His will
Who forevermore will be
Unto all men—Domine!

1. The Isle of Doom
2. A Sailor Amid the Hills
3. Etching at Night
4. Tyrconnell
5. Back to Killarney

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