Note 28 — Chapter XXIV · TWO DAYS IN WICKLOW
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Here is an extract from one of the latter—
‘Hasten to some distant isle, In the bosom of the deep, Where the skies for ever smile, And the blacks for ever weep.’
Is it not a shame that such nonsensical false twaddle should be sung in a house of the Church of England, and by people assembled for grave and decent worship?