Deep peace
Of a running wave to you
Deep peace
Of the flowing air to you
Deep peace
Of the quiet earth to you
Deep peace
Of the shining stars to you
Deep peace
Of the gentle night to you
Moon and stars
Pour their healing light on you
Deep peace to

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary res

To see a world in a gram of sand.
And heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in na hour.

He who binds himself to a joy
Does the winged life destroy:
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.

Lullaby, lullaby,
Sweet little baby,
Don't you cry.

I'd rock my own sweet child to rest in a craddle of
gold on a bough of the willow.
To the shoheen ho of the wind of the west and
the lulla lo of the soft sea billow

Sleep, baby dear,
Sleep without fear,
M

I will arise and go now,
And go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there,
Of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there,
A hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there,
For peace comes dropping s

O, my love is like a red, red rose thats newly sprung in june,
O, my love is like a melody thats sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am i;
And I will love thee still, my dear till a the seas gang dry.

Till a the seas gang dry my dear,
A

O Earth O Earth return!
Arise from out the dewy grass;
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the slumberous mass.

Turn away no more:
Why wilt thou turn away
The starry floor
The watry shore
Is giv'n thee till the break of day

Dona Nobis Pacem

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

"Pipe a song about a lamb!"
So I piped with merry cheer.
"Piper, pipe that song again."
So I piped: he wept to hear.

"Drop thy pipe, thy happy pi

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate,
I find under the boughs of love and hate,
In all poor foolish things that live a day,
Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

Come nea

When voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still

Then come home my children the sun is gone down
And the dews of night arise
Come come leave off play, and let us away