JACOBITE RELICS.
103
ON THE DOWNFALL OF THE GAEL.
BY HENRY GRATTAN CURRAN.
Weep! weep! for agony and shame
With deepening gloom the Gael invest;
Fall'n is each proud and patriot name.
On which a nation's hope might rest.
What are they now?—a remnant spared.
Writhing from desolation's tread—
Pale pilgrims, who the deep have dared.
And traced the sterile waste outspread.
A shattered bark's disheartened crew
O'er-gazing from the crowded deck;
The sheeted wave that flashes through.
Or bursts above the labouring wreck.
