The poor's and their own bowels they relieve;)
Thou mak'st us with alacrity to die,
80Miss'd and bewail'd like thee, large-hearted Ossory.
V.
Arise, ye blest inhabitants above,
From your immortal seats arise,
And on our wonder, on our love
Gaze with astonish'd eyes.
Arise! Arise! make room,
Th' exalted Shade is come.