The Press, a Poem, in Two Parts, with Other Pieces. By John M‘Creery. 2nd ed. London: William Pickering, 1828.  148-49.

TO THE MEMORY OF ROBERT EMMETT.

INJURED ERIN ceaseless weeps,
Where her lifeless EMMETT sleeps;
And her DAUGHTERS mourn the brave,
Sent to an untimely grave.

    SONG OF THE CHILDREN OF ERIN.
CLOSED the eye that beamed bright
Through oppression’s darkest night;
Cold the heart, that anxiously
Throbb’d to set its country free;
Mould’ring in its native land,
Nerveless lies the daring hand;--
Mute the tongue, whose patriot heat
Shook the awful judgment-seat--
Shade! that to the realms of light
From the scaffold took thy flight,
Bending o’er thy sacred urn,
We, thy grateful sisters, mourn.--

  Injured ERIN ceaseless weeps,
Where her lifeless EMMETT sleeps,
And we deeply mourn the brave,
Sent to an untimely grave.