The Shannon beneath the Cross—The sky grows dark on Calv’ry’s hill The sky grows dark on Calv’ry’s hill,the Shannon’s waters sigh;by Clonmacnoise the reeds bow low,its ancient stones reply.A wounded Christ hangs silent now,His final hour is nigh;and all the land holds trembling breathto watch the Saviour die.“My God, where are you in this pain?”His… Continue reading