The monks look'd out and saw the bird,

its feathers all white and clean;

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And there in a moment, beside it,

another white bird was seen.

Those two they sang together,

waved their white wings, and fled;

Flew aloft, and vanish'd;

but the good old man was dead.

They buried his blessed body

where lake and green-sward meet;

A carven cross above his head,

a holly-bush at his feet;

Where spreads the beautiful water

to gay or cloudy skies,

And the purple peaks of Killarney

from ancient woods arise.

THE RUINED CHAPEL

By the shore, a plot of ground

Clips a ruin'd chapel round,

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