Lines On The Death Of Jer Long Poem by Francis Duggan

No not a sound the still like silence break
Save for the noise the babbling river make
And robin he doesn't sing his merry song
On cypress tree by cottage of Jer Long.

The sun shines brightly in a cloudless sky
And it's quite warm allowing for July
And there's a death like silence all around
And I feel as if I stand on mourning ground.

The river Cails a babbling tear dropp shed
For one who lay within his cottage dead
For human soul gone to the Land of God
Whose foot steps on these green banks oft times trod.

No swallows o'er the sunlit meadows fly
And birds don't sing I really wonder why?
And silent fields respectful silence keep
For one just lapsed into eternal sleep.

God pity on the one who passed away
Whose remains in that silent cottage lay
A kindly man he worked hard for his pay
And you won't find many more like him today.

Tonight from Annagloor he will be gone
And tomorrow birds will sing and life go on
But Jer Long will live on in memory
And without him Annagloor will poorer be.