A DIRGE FOR O’CONNELL.
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A DIRGE FOR O’CONNELL.
Throw open, once again,
The portals of the tomb;
And give, among the glorious dead,
Another hero room!
The portals of the tomb;
And give, among the glorious dead,
Another hero room!
Unclose your shadowy ranks,
Illustrious shades, unclose!
The valiant Leader, crowned with years,
Goes down to his repose.
Illustrious shades, unclose!
The valiant Leader, crowned with years,
Goes down to his repose.
The champion of Peace,
On many a well-fought field,
Whose bloodless victories left no stain
On his untarnished shield.
On many a well-fought field,
Whose bloodless victories left no stain
On his untarnished shield.
A king, though on his brow
No jewelled crown might shine;
A king, although his patriot blood
Flowed from no royal line.
No jewelled crown might shine;
A king, although his patriot blood
Flowed from no royal line.
