‘The Moonlight of Memory’ by Canon Patrick Sheehan

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Iful light over events which in the broad sun- resurrection in our memory : and stand out clear and distinct as the figures in a stereo " little of poetry or tenderness in them . And seemed to have been blurred over or entirely past . ' How beautiful . ' for example . ' do manists . Jean Paul Richter . And it is a now , seen in the light of memory , was the mer-days : and the little chalet on the oil it is very strange that , as no advance in blotted out in our adolescence , have a new the summer : are , and whose days we wore old weighing-machine ; the vast and tremen- years , old times , old havoc , old scenes , that rowing and broadening , which we seemed in which were such a sore trouble to ask the nto tiny boats , and where we rushed for Night of experience , had sometimes very art of poetry in its wild flowers . The prim- dear old glen , where we first learned the we singled out for our balls ; the nickes and terminated the New Street in which lines of Wordsworth ; and the ditch with its fringe of first which looked so beautiful and political against the success well I remember it in the sun-termmers and of the little theatre of my existence ! Now very beautiful one ; because memory um- ross and the cowships , and the wild-n- was born , stand out in the diasama , which billies and swick-backs ; and where we won - the plain , prosnia . Limestone walls of the old looked and closed water . How numerous the moonlight the exact flat alone which doubtedly does cast a strange uncanny ) wins Arabian Nights , were hidden with under memory . that hangs around old letters , comes back tered at the gorgeous dragon-flies . that to us across the years ; and the brook mar- men away from work and pleasure , was also expression of that greatest of German hut dous aircuses whose splendours , as of scope against the dark background of the cintles , whose fragrance , like the perfume the position of our youth . " The shadow's Market-House in Mallow , which crossed swam and sang in the air on the box sum- memory unrolls from one time wide-scene 18 , until the wild music their demo out : and the song of the cuckoo , declaring the The phrase is not mine . It is a favourite and sacred footing that took these tender Fenians going up to drill in the dark . the shadow , were upon us ; and we won resses of Buckley's wood . For that subbine Sheehan , D.D. , P.P. ratched and survived the little batches . " The moonlight of memory ! " really where many a summer evening watching with bontime hearts and education . The Moonlight of By The Rev. Canon P. 1 over the products of ' 37 . it .