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Article ON THE DEATH OF BROTHER HENRY O'BRIEN. ← Page 2 of 2 Article THE LAMENT.* Page 1 of 1
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On The Death Of Brother Henry O'Brien.
Had then O'Brien ' s genius drawn , Thy dark mysterious veil aside ? Let truth upon thy long night dawn Unsealed the roll to man denied J Was it for this thou dealt the bloAV
That sent him to an early tomb , Was it neglect that laid him IOAV 'Neath genius' early martyr'd doom ? Oh ! foolish Time , Avhy vent thy rage In a pretence so poor as this ? Death hath unveiled thy mighty page , And the tchole volume now is his . J . SMITH .
The Lament.*
THE LAMENT . *
With sadness o ' erloaded . In AA'oe still benighted , By fondness still goaded , Yet hopes ever blighted ; In secret desponding , Broken hearted , forlorn ,
No solace responding , My lost love I mourn . How darkly ! IIOAV dreary , Past stages revieAving , M y soul siuks CIOAVII Aveary , And faint needs reneAving
The hopes that once cheered me , Enquiring—Avhere are they ? The foes that once feared me Will echo—Avhere are they ? Thus , sad contemplation By care ' s dull intrusion
A blank in creation ; M y friends may bemoan me . My foes be delighted , Yet one ivho disowns me , Alone makes me Avretched . HENRY O'BRIEN .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
On The Death Of Brother Henry O'Brien.
Had then O'Brien ' s genius drawn , Thy dark mysterious veil aside ? Let truth upon thy long night dawn Unsealed the roll to man denied J Was it for this thou dealt the bloAV
That sent him to an early tomb , Was it neglect that laid him IOAV 'Neath genius' early martyr'd doom ? Oh ! foolish Time , Avhy vent thy rage In a pretence so poor as this ? Death hath unveiled thy mighty page , And the tchole volume now is his . J . SMITH .
The Lament.*
THE LAMENT . *
With sadness o ' erloaded . In AA'oe still benighted , By fondness still goaded , Yet hopes ever blighted ; In secret desponding , Broken hearted , forlorn ,
No solace responding , My lost love I mourn . How darkly ! IIOAV dreary , Past stages revieAving , M y soul siuks CIOAVII Aveary , And faint needs reneAving
The hopes that once cheered me , Enquiring—Avhere are they ? The foes that once feared me Will echo—Avhere are they ? Thus , sad contemplation By care ' s dull intrusion
A blank in creation ; M y friends may bemoan me . My foes be delighted , Yet one ivho disowns me , Alone makes me Avretched . HENRY O'BRIEN .