He fell as fall the mighty ones, Nobly undaunted to the last, And death has now united him With Erin’s heroes of the past.

No sound of strife disturb his sleep! Calmly he rests: no human pain Or high ambition spurs him now The peaks of glory to attain.

They had their way: they laid him low. But Erin, list, his spirit may Rise, like the Phoenix from the flames, When breaks the dawning of the day,

The day that brings us Freedom’s reign. And on that day may Erin well Pledge in the cup she lifts to Joy One grief⁠—the memory of Parnell.