ON A FRIEND BURIED IN HENDON CHURCHYARD, MIDDLESEX. "As my thoughts were dwelling upon him, who hath left us for a little season, they seemed to shape themselves spontaneously into these lines." (Extract from a Letter.) E'EN as the lovely scene, in which he lies, His soul, conversing with its kindred skies, He never knew the bitter taste of woe; All joy to life,-all peace in death was given : He left a family of love below, To join the family of bliss in Heaven. November 18, 1833. CHRISTMAS IN IRELAND. A FRAGMENT. DEAR Christmas! while the wings of winter brood The load of life, and learns like thee to smile! On cheeks as warm and eyes as bright as they! In yon fair Isle, which heaven ordained to be There dwelt an holy man, whose ardent mind Was formed to better and to bless mankind; Which, as he mingled with the vulgar crowd, A faithful few his pastoral charge embraced, A little garden in a boundless waste; For Rome's dark priestcraft in its fatal coil Yet his no bigot pride; where'er he came We spake of Christmas ;-'twas a joyous sight, When Winter sat on Keeper's lonely height, And loosed his storm-sprites from their mountain caves To ply their pastime on Lough Derrig's waves, Oh, 'twas a joyous sight, at such a time, To see M'Fillan brave the bitter clime, Dispensing comfort, warmth, and kindly cheer, That morn beheld him in the house of prayer Drank the deep waters of the Sacred Word; E'en the poor Papist, doubting and in fear, That eve, while grateful hearts assembled round, Who had not smiled to see those rugged kerne Sleek the rough locks, and smooth the visage stern, Proffering their thanks in that wild phrase and tone, Which none may catch save Erin's genuine son: "God bless your reverence, and your lady's grace! "God bless the darlings, bless each bonnie face; Grant each and all, in after years to prove Worthy their father's care-their mother's love." * Camberwell, 1836. |