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1. John Boyle O'Reilly, Died in Massachusetts August 10 1890 (continued)

   

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   fight
   That patriots wage with energy and might
   Till victory's radiance on their work is shed
   He saw the dawn arise on Erin's night,
   But ere its noon's effulgence he was dead.

   And still he hoped upon his native sod
   To stand, when it from slavery was free,
   To tread again, the paths in boyhood trod,
   And see again the hills he loved to see.
   His captors issued forth their stern decree,
   "In prison wait till twenty years has sped."
   He braved the dangers of the Antartic Sea
   And 'scaped their thraldom, ah! but now he's dead.

   Yet he had lived to give them blow for blow
   And wreaked full vengeance both by tongue and pen,
   In that far greater Ireland, where we know
   The Irish felon was beloved of men.
   In that vast land where dwells no "upper ten,"
   Where mild equality uprears her head,
   John Boyle O'Reilly rose to famous ken,
   Alas, we mourn him too early dead.

   America! we gruage thee not his clay,

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Bridget Mc Ginley

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Breenagh, Co. Donegal