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On Robert Emmet’s Grave
by [?]

[Published from the Esdaile manuscript book by Dowden,
“Life of Shelley”, 1887; dated 1812.]

No trump tells thy virtues–the grave where they rest
With thy dust shall remain unpolluted by fame,
Till thy foes, by the world and by fortune caressed,
Shall pass like a mist from the light of thy name.

When the storm-cloud that lowers o’er the day-beam is gone, 5
Unchanged, unextinguished its life-spring will shine;
When Erin has ceased with their memory to groan,
She will smile through the tears of revival on thine.