Poems, on Various Subjects. By James Orr. Belfast: Smyth & Lyons, 1804. 72-73.
ON THE DEATH OF A. MCRACKEN,
Ah! how can man, thus idolizing life,
In false futurity repose his trust;
While heartfelt pain, and desolating strife,
Each hour oerthrows his brothers of the dust?
Reverd MCracken! when with thee, my friend!
I last eyd Nature from the mountain grand,
I little thought, that ere an hour should end,
Thy frame should writhe beneath th assassins hand.
While proud vice prosperd, penury and pain,
Fell harpies! haunted thee through lifes sad scenes:
To wretched worth untimely death is gain--
But massacre and gore were dreadful means.
Stern justice soon shall crush the slaves who slew
The brave old sage, who neer shund foe that facd--
Avenge him, Erin! firm he fought for you--
Avenge him, Heaven! the worlds you framd, he tracd.
His friendless orphans!--God! how could they view
The spectacle that shockd th uninjurd throng?
Descend fond sprite! and on their hearts renew
The mild monitions of thy prudent tongue.
Mute is his tongue--neer, neer shall it exert
Its godlike powrs, defining truth and taste;
His dextrous hand lies nerveless and inert;
His noble heart the reptile soon shall waste.
Yet friends and favrites, oft shall strew with flowrs
The gore-stained grave, where rests the man of woe;
And Locke, and Newton, in etherial bowrs
Shall teach his shade whateer he longd to know.