And thought how he perished in prison alone,
His friends unavenged, and his country unfreed—
"Oh, bitter," I said, "is the patriot's meed;
III.
"For in him the heart of a woman combined
With a heroic life and a governing mind—
A martyr for Ireland—his grave has no stone—
His name seldom named, and his virtues unknown."
IV.
I was woke from my dream by the voices and tread