THE PRIEST'S BURIAL.
He is dead!—he died of a broken heart,
Of a frighten'd soul, and a frenzied brain:
He died—of playing a desperate part
For folly; which others play'd for gain.
Yet o'er his turf the rebels rave!
Be silent, wretches!—spare the grave!
He is dead!—bewilder'd, betray'd, beguiled;