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Maurice Francis Egan
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(4)
He Made Us Free
As flame streams upward, so my longing thought
Maurice de Guerin
The old wine filled him, and he saw, with eyes
The Old Violin
Though tuneless, stringless, it lies there in dust,
The Shamrock
When april rains make flowers bloom