Sang old Tom the lunatic
that sleeps under the canopy:
'what change has put my thoughts astray
and eyes that had so keen a sight?
What has turned to smoking wick
nature's pure unchanging light?
'Huddon and Duddon and Daniel O'Leary.
Holy Joe, the beggar-man,
wenching, drinking, still remain
or sing a penance on the road;
something made these eyeballs weary
that blinked and saw them in a shroud.
'Whatever stands in field or flood,
bird, beast, fish or man,
mare or stallion, cock or hen,
stands in god's unchanging eye
in all the vigour of its blood;
in that faith I live or die.'