From: The Factory-Bell and Other Poems (1873)
Author: Daniel Ricketson
Published: E. Anthony & Sons 1873 New Bedford
—O’Connor’s child.—Campbell.
A nobler son thy native land ne’er bore;
There was no hand, alas! thy life to save,
A victim thou to a tyrannic power.
Mourn, harp of Innisfail! thy darling mourn!
While here, across the broad Atlantic wave,
A sympathetic muse would in her turn
A tribute pay to one so nobly brave.
A martyr thou to liberty and truth!
Here in this western world thy cherished name
Has often proved a watchword to our youth,
And stirred their hearts to emulate thy fame.
Mourn, harp of Innisfail! thy early grave;
The genius of thy country, Erin, weep!
O’er his sad urn, ye willows, ever wave,
Ye patriots everywhere his memory keep!
But not in vain! the fire thou there didst light,
Still in thy nation’s bosom fiercely glows;
The cruel power that o’er thee cast its blight,
Prophetic of its future downfall bows.
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