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1. John Boyle O'Reilly, Died in Massachusetts August 10 1890

   

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   What sad fatality hangs like a pall
   O'er Erin's gifted sons that they must die?
   In manhood's useful prime they fade and fall
   Afar and near in early graves they lie
   And he whose loss to-day has made us sigh
   And unavailing, little tears to shed
   Was loved by all; Oh! quick the tidings fly
   With wild lament - "John Boyle O'Reilly's dead."

   And far from Erin he has laid him down
   Erin! to whom his first, best love he gave,
   And whose reward was neither throne nor crown,
   But gyves and shackles and an exile's grave,
   Yet, better exile than a cringing slave
   In this, our land, whence liberty has fled
   He for her freedom was a champion brave,
   Monar! Monar! John Boyle O'Reilly's dead.

   The blood of youth was coursing in his veins
   And throbbed to set the wrongs of Eire right,
   When first the tyrant bound him in his chains
   Thus thinking then, as since, to quell the

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