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A DIRGE FOR O’CONNELL.
A sovereign o’er that realm,
No boundaries can confine;
Whose throne was in a nation’s heart;
Who reigned by right divine.
No boundaries can confine;
Whose throne was in a nation’s heart;
Who reigned by right divine.
A soldier of the Cross,
Who bore a stainless brand;
The preacher of a new Crusade,
To rescue a lost land.
Who bore a stainless brand;
The preacher of a new Crusade,
To rescue a lost land.
Rome! to thy care is given
The heart whose throbs are o’er;
Eternal City! to thy charge,
Take this one relic more!
The heart whose throbs are o’er;
Eternal City! to thy charge,
Take this one relic more!
And Erin, sad and lorn!
Take thou the sacred trust;
And let the soil he loved so well,
Commingle with his dust.
Take thou the sacred trust;
And let the soil he loved so well,
Commingle with his dust.
And Fame, take thou in charge
The patriot’s renown;
And gather from your amaranth fields,
Another fadeless crown!
The patriot’s renown;
And gather from your amaranth fields,
Another fadeless crown!
