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 * How oft has the Benshee cried!
 * How oft has death untied
 * Bright links that Glory wove,
 * Sweet bonds, entwiri'd by Love!

Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth! Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth!
 * Long may the fair and brave
 * Sigh o'er the hero's grave.


 * We're fallen upon gloomy days* ,
 * Star after star decays,
 * Every bright name, that shed
 * Light o'er the land, is fled.