JACOBITE RELICS.
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The magical pillar where Garret lies sleeping,6
Shall thrill to the war-cry—his spirit shall come;
The day spring whose radiance illumines our weeping.
Will glare like a sun stroke on them to consume;
In their darkness of soul they shall turn from the ray
That arises, their dream of despondence to break,
When the pageant display.
And the banquet decay,
Oh swift be the bolt Erin's vengeance to wreak!
