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The Lake Isle of Innisfree I will arise and go now,and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin built 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 slow...

Our Lady of the Wayside, For the sake of the Child You hold in your arms, Take hold of my hand For the rest of the road.