 | The poetical works of William H. C. Hosmer |  |
JOHN AUGUSTUS SHEA.
Another voice is hushed—another lyreHangs on a dead and leafless bough, unstrung;
Of wrongs that curse humanity he sung;
But changed to ashes is his heart of fire.
Far from the luckless Isle that gave him birth,
Wrapped in the raiment of the grave he lies:
Though Freedom there no more finds home and hearth,
Dying he thought of her green fields and skies—
Before his fading sight, in dim array,
Shades of the martyred and the mighty passed,
And light unearthly round the minstrel cast,
A harbinger of everlasting day;
They came to guide his spirit to a land
That knows nor broken heart nor fettered hand.
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