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While  her candle,  gleaming  wide9
                                             O ’er the  restless,  rolling tide,
                                             Guides  with  steady,  changeless  ray,
                                             The  lone fisher  up  the  bay— •
                                             Hilda  spins  beside  the  sea,
                                                      Through  the  night.

                                             Fifty  years  of patient  spinning
                                                      By  the  sea  1
                                             Old  and  worn,  she  sleeps  to-day,7
                                             While  the sunshine  gilds  the  bay ;
                                             But  her  candle shining clear
                                             Every  night  of all  the  year,
                                             Still  is  telling3 of her spinning
                                                      By  the  sea  !



                                                THE  OLD  SCHOOL  CLOCK.

                             [Joi.li  floyle  O'Reilly’s first  poem was wmteti  in  1S66 while  a  prisoner in  arbor
                           Hill prison,  Dublin,  and lay hidden  several  years  in  the  register  of his cti's.  Ait.
                           Vere  Foster,  e*  philanthropist,  discovered  it  ou  one  of  his visits  to the prison,
                           and  published it tn  one  of  a  scries  of  copybook*,  owned  by him  anrl adopted  by
                           the National  Board  of "Education  in  Ireland.  When  the  board  learned  who  the
                           author  was  and  where  the  poem  had  been  written,  the  entire  edition  of  boots
                           containing  it was suppressed.  The  board  vtas  unwilling  to sanction  U production
                           Iroiti a  political ofFender vviio hadbeett  imprisoned.]
                                       LD  memories  rush  o’er my  mind  just  now,
                                   O      O f faces  and  friends  of  the past;

                                       O f  that happy  time  when  life’s  dream  was  all bright*
                                          Ere the  clear sky  of  youth  was  o'crcast
                                   Very  dear arc  those  memories;  they’ve  clung  round my heart
                                      And bravelv  withstood Time’s  rude shock ; 1
                                                 t'
                                   But  not  one  is  more  hallowed  or  dear  to  me  now,
                                     Than the  lace  of  the  old  school  clock.

                                    i was  a  quaint  old  clock,  with  a  quaint old  face,
                                     And  great  iron  weights  and  chains ;
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