Put upon Thy Sacred Frame;
Ah! but sorer the heartache
For Thy stricken Mother's sake.




THE PILGRIM AT ROME


Unto Rome wouldst thou attain,
Great the toil is, small the gain,
If the King thou seekest therein
Travel not, with thee, from Erin.




ON A DEAD SCHOLAR


Dead is Lon
Of Kilgarrow,
O great sorrow!
Dead and gone.
Dire the dolour,
Erin, here and past thy border,
Dire the dolour and disorder,
To the schools and to the scholar,
Since our Lon