Are waiting out beyond the dark to welcome Father Pat.

I’ll not attend the obsequies: I feel I could not face

The office that I know so well, and see his vacant place:

We saw a generation pass while side by side we sat:

Another starts its march to-day—without us, Father Pat.

They’ll wonder why I am not there—I, last of all the band—

To take farewell of him that’s gone; but he will understand.

We’ll have a little requiem my own loved altar at,

And just ourselves—alive and dead—shall chant it, Father Pat.

[7] An over-smart would-be gentleman; a term of contempt.