Behold the white sail passing by,
But never shall the spring-time growth
Or stately bark delight their eye.
Clontarf may live, a magic name,
To call up recollections dear—
But never shall great Brian’s fame
Delight the sleeper’s heedless ear.
They fell, ere reason’s dawn arose—
They, sinless, felt affliction’s rod;
Oh, who can tell their wordless woes