[{"node":{"title":"Boyd120","Collections":"Boyd Letters","Contributor":"Boyd Estate","Coverage":"19 Jan","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Boyd120","Item Description":"Letter","Keywords":"Patrick Galvin, Lyric Theatre","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/boyd120","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Boyd120_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff3\n\ntelling us has the unpalatability of bitter\ntruth. Again to quote x xxxxx\n\nLord\nFrom the incubus of thy first coming\nAnd the immaculate conception of death\nWe pray deliverance.\nWe are entombed with love\nPhoenixed in righteousness\nSpare us, 0 Lord\nFrom the crucifixion by fire.\n\nThat fromThose lines (only part of Ephiphany in\nBelfast) are by Patrick Galvin,\nwhom you met this summer. You\nremember that wet afternoon? We\ntalked for an hour or so in the\nLyric Theatre and looked across\nthe Lagan, the xxx xxxxxx xxxxxxxriver misted,and\nyou commented on the beautiful site the theatre possesses. Yes,\n","Type":"Text"}}]