No more can he hook up carp, eel, or trout,
For fasting pittance—
Arts which St. Peter loved, whose gate to Prout
Gave prompt admittance.
Mourn not, but verdantly let shamrocks keep
His sainted dust,
The bad man’s death it well becomes to weep—
Not so the just!
Francis Sylvester Mahony (“Father Prout”) (1804–1866).