From a Tombstone in Ballyporeen Church-yard.
Here, at length I repose—
And my spirit at aise is—
With the tips of my toes,
And the point of my nose,
Turned up to the roots of the daisies.
Where spades grow bright, and idle swords grow dull;
Where gaols are empty, and where barns are full;
Where church-paths are with frequent feet outworn,