Fled up to be ranked with the saints at least.
And the morning poor Molly to live had ceased,
Just five years after the widow’d feast,
An American letter was brought to the priest,
Telling of Jemmy O’Hare deceased!
Who, ere his death,
With his latest breath,
To a spiritual father unburdened his breast,
And the cause of his sudden departure confest.—
“Oh, Father,” says he, “I’ve not long to live,