Poems of Sir Samuel Ferguson

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Thou hast lent a joy unto the funeral knell,

Welcoming with thy whispered 'All is well'

The awful aspect of the Angel Death:

As strong in life, thou couldst not brook to shun

The heat and burthen of the fiery day,

Fronting defeat with stalwart undismay,

And wearing meekly honours stoutly won.

Pure lips, pure hands, pure heart were thine, as aye

Erin demanded from her bards of old,

And therefore on thy harp-strings of pure gold

Has waked once more her high heroic lay.

What shoulders now shall match the mighty fold

Of Ossian's mantle? Thou hast passed away.