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Excerpt from Songs of Creelabeg
You who, every day, in every work to which you set your hands, pause for a little to look back over space and time to one spot your heart keeps green for ever; Who dream of shamrocks where the cactus grows, or fancy the fringed daisies are beneath the snow; Who hear below the rumble of fac tories the whisper of the river, and the call of the cuckoo above the noise of cities. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
