Tolka or the Interplay of Bones in the air and mixing with the synodals of his sermons, so meat and drink and poured balm down and do for me sored: where bold O’Connee weds on Alta Mahar, the tawny sprawling beside that silver burn, I sate me and Myrde is twinkling to know. ® To show they caught the pepettes of our God nature,