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EPITAPH ON AGNES JONES.

BURIED IN FAHAN CHURCHYARD.

ALONE with Christ in this sequester'd place,
Thy sweet soul learn'd its quietude of grace.
On sufferers waiting in this vale of ours,
Thy gifted touch was train'd to higher powers;
Therefore, when death, O Agnes! came to thee-
Not on the cool breath of our lakelike sea,
But in the workhouse hospital's hot ward,
A gentle helper with the gentle Lord,-
Proudly as men heroic ashes claim,

We ask'd to have thy fever-stricken frame,
And lay it in our grass beside our foam,
Till Christ the Healer call His healers home.

EPITAPH ON S. M.

FOR A WARD OF A HOSPITAL.

THY body rests beneath the Italian sod,
Thy soul's inheritance is the light of God;
Yet here our hopes and memories of thee
Who sleepest well beside the far blue sea
We twine, all fair and sunny as they are,
With other sights and scenes that differ far,-
With sickness, mortal agony, and tears;
Yet not reproach from thee affection fears.
In anguish comforted and want sufficed
Thy spirit joy'd on earth, as now with Christ.

EPITAPH ON R. H., IN DERRY CATHEDRAL.

Down through our crowded lanes, and closer air,
O friend, how beautiful thy footsteps were;
When through the fever's waves of fire they trod,
A form was with thee like the son of God.
'Twas but one step for those victorious feet,
From their day's walk unto the golden street;

And they who watch'd that walk, so bright and brief,
Have mark'd this marble with their hope and grief

INSCRIPTION

ON THE STATUE ERECTED TO CAPTAIN BOYD, IN ST. PATRICK'S CATHEDRAL, DUBLIN.

O in the quiet haven, safe for aye,

If lost to us in port one stormy day,

Borne with a public pomp by just decree,
Heroic sailor! from that fatal sea,

A city vows this marble unto thee.

And here, in this calm place, where never din

Of earth's great waterfloods shall enter in,

Where to our human hearts two thoughts are given

One Christ's self-sacrifice, the other Heaven,-
Here is it meet for grief and love to grave
The Christ-taught bravery that died to save,
The life not lost, but found beneath the wave.

III.

WITHERED LAUREL LEAVES.

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