How Oft Has the Benshee Cried

 How oft has the Benshee cried, 
How oft has death untied 
Bright links that Glory wove, 
Sweet bonds entwined 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.
 
Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth 
Lost joy, or hope that ne'er returneth: 
But brightly flows the tear, 
Wept o'er a hero's bier.
 

Quench'd are our beacon lights -- 
Thou, of the Hundred Fights!
Thou, on whose burning tongue 
Truth, peace, and freedom hung!
Both mute, -- but long as valour shineth, 
Or mercy's soul at war repineth, 
So long shall Erin's pride 
Tell how they lived and died.

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