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A BOY'S BURIAL.

Mullinashee Churchyard: Mark Coane died from an accidental blow of an oar when boating.

I

On a sunny Saturday evening
They laid him in his grave,
When the sycamore had not a shaking leaf,
And the harbour not a wave.
The sandhills lay in the yellow ray
Ripe with the sadness of parting May;
Sad were the mountains blue and lone
That keep the landscape as their own;
The rocky slope of the distant fell;
The river issuing from the dell;—
And when had ended the voice of pray'r
The Fall's deep bass was left on the air,
Rolling down.

II

Young he was and hopeful,
And ah, to die so soon!
His new grave lies deserted
At the rising of the moon;
But when morn comes round, and the church bells sound,
The little children may sit on the mound,
And talk of him, and as they talk,
Puff from the dandelion stalk
Its feathery globe, that reckons best
Their light-wing'd hours;—while the town is at rest,
And the stone-chat clacking here and there,
And the glittering Fall makes a tune in the air,
Rolling down.