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Father Ryan.

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I.     In Southern sunny clime there is a hallowed tomb,         Where rest the ashes of a minstrel priest;     And soft winds that are laden with a sweet perfume         Their requiems for him have never ceased. II.     We read his songs, and hear again the tread         Of armed battalions, marching to the fray,     Or see once more the features of belovd dead         Whose life blood crimsoned uniforms of gray! III.     We see the tattered banner that he loved so well         Again unfurled and fluttering in the breeze,     And once again we hear the "rebel yell"         Triumphant wafted o'er the riven trees! IV.     O, may thy minstrel spirit find eternal rest         In some fair clime where nothing can be lost!     Where anguish never more can rend thy breast,         And fondest hope can ne'er be tempest tost!

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