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36 SPIRIT OF THE NATION,
Oh, idiots ! feel ye not the lash—
The fangs that clutch at gold ?
From rogues so insolent what hope
Of mercy do ye hold ?
The pallid millions kneel for food j
The lordling locks his store.
Hath earth, alas ! hut one Tyrol,
And not a Hofer more ?
LAMENT FOK THE DEATH OE OWEN ROE O'NEILL.
Time— lOth Nov., 1649. Scene— Ormond's Camp, County Waterford.
Speakers — A Veteran of Owen O'Neill's clan, and one of the horsemen, just
arrived with an account of his death.
" Did they dare, did they dare, to slay Owen Roe O'Neill ?"
' Yes ! they slew with poison him they feared to meet with steel. '
" May God wither up their hearts I May their blood cease
to flow !
May they walk in living death, who poisoned Owen Roe !
II.
Though it break my heart to hear, say again the bitter words,"
' Erom Derry, with false Cromwell, he marched to measure
swords;
' But the weapon of the Saxon met him on his way,
And he died at dough Oughter, upon Saint Leonard's Day.'
III. -
! ' ' Wail, wail for The Mighty One ! Wail, Avail ye for The Dead ;
I Quench the hearth, and hold the breath — with ashes strew the
i head.
How tenderly we loved him ! How deeply we deplore !
! Oh ! it makes me mad to think I shall never see him more.