Life of John Boyle O'Reilly — Chapter 21

He is gone, he is gone, to a world more sereneThan the one in which our most true friend has been.He is pale as the swan, he is cold as the wave,And his honored head lies low in the deep, hollow grave.

His death has caused sorrow throughout our green isle,For now he is gone, he'll no more on us smile.And now is his poor brow as cold as the lead.Because our beloved Frederick Lucas is dead.