The Elleree.[1]

A SONG OF SECOND SIGHT.     Elleree! O Elleree!     Seeing what none else may see,     Dost thou see the man in grey?     Dost thou hear the night hounds bay?     Elleree! O Elleree!     Seventh son of seventh son,     All thy thread of life is spun,     Thy little race is nearly run,     And death awaits for thee!     Elleree! O Elleree!     Coronach shall wail for thee;     Get thee shrived and get thee blest,     Get thee ready for thy rest,     Elleree! O Elleree!     That thou owest quickly give,     What thou ownest thou must leave,     And those thou lovest best shall grieve,     But all in vain for thee!     "Bodach Glas!"[2] the chieftain said,     "All my debts but one are paid,     All I love have long been dead,     All my hopes on Heaven are stay'd,     Death to me can bring no dole;"     Thus the Elleree replied;--     But with ebbing of the tide     As sinks the setting sun he died;--     May Christ receive his soul!