POETRY
... THE PRIMATE OF ALL IRELAND. To his rest among the saints of old That our stately primate must be laid In an ever hallow'd mould; That the good archbishop aleepeth well, Tongue and pen unto the people tell. Drape the great cathedral where he prayd, Let the bell be tolrd I Not for marvellous speech or musings grand, Not for martyr's pains! Those noble eyes Opened on a goldlen land. With him ...