Perhaps you may ask, was he wanting in spirit?
Oh no, that was never an Irish demerit.
Perhaps a too bigotted aristocrat?
I do not intend to impeach him of that.
Perhaps he would trust to the chance of the day,
And so became careless and indolent? Nay,
Then what was his failing? Come, come, let us know it—
He was—could he help it?—by nature a poet!
Here C—nn—ing is laid, and, to tell you my mind,
He has not left a brighter or better behind: