Cornelius's tomb, then turn my face for ever away. I stand by the brink of the masterless sea. Huge waves boom in majesty. The wind sighs with gentler cadence 'mid the rifted hills, bowing the wild plants as it hurries along. But my thoughts are far away. I pause by the shores of a mightier ocean, whose sands are time, whose waves are eternity! The future is about to lift its veil. My span of life is done, my term is drawing nigh, my little measure of usefulness is filled to the brim. Hail, then, blessed future many-peopled regions of infinity, all hail! Farewell, busy world ye refreshing streams, and, oh, ye many-voiced winds of heaven, farewell! Farewell, too, thou provident nature; soon, Michael shall need thy sustenance no Fellow-men, fellow-countrymen, I bless you. Almighty God, raise, protect my country! Cleansed from ignorance, error, sin, raise more. her in the scale of nations. peace, a cheerful sufficiency. Bless her with May her green valleys and emerald slopes resound to hymns of praise and thankfulness. Heaven's choicest gifts, O Ireland, await thee. Sisters, brothers of earth, farewell! THE END. |