From The Cabinet of Irish Literature, Volume 2, edited by Charles A. Read.
Thy Spirit is from Bondage Free
Thy spirit is from bondage free!
Death gave thee guiltless
liberty;
Sweet victim of ungrateful
love,
Flit happy through the realms
above!
No priest am I, with rigid rule,
Thy merits to arraign;
No dunce untaught in sorrow's school,
I feel for others' pain.
An humble offering on thy
bier,
I drop a sympathetic tear!
Life's toils are mercifully brief;
Death gives the woe-worn heart
relief;
When hope is fled, 'tis bliss
to die--
Griefs ending with a single
sigh.
Delusive love dissolves the
heart,
Where vivid passions glow;
The fault was nature's--thine the smart;
I well can feel thy woe;
Sweet victim may'st thou through heaven's skies,
A kindred spirit recognize.
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