The Wake Of Tim O'Hara



TO the Wake of O’Hara  
       Came company;  
     All St. Patrick’s Alley  
       Was there to see,  
     With the friends and kinsmen
       Of the family.  
On the long deal table lay Tim in white,  
And at his pillow the burning light.  
Pale as himself, with the tears on her cheek,  
The mother receiv’d us, too full to speak;
But she heap’d the fire, and on the board  
Set the black bottle with never a word,  
While the company gather’d, one and all,  
Men and women, big and small:  
Not one in the Alley but felt a call
   To the Wake of Tim O’Hara.  
 
     At the face of O’Hara,  
       All white with sleep,  
     Not one of the women  
       But took a peep,
     And the wives new-wedded  
       Began to weep.  
The mothers gather’d round about,  
And prais’d the linen and laying out,—  
For white as snow was his winding-sheet,
And all was peaceful, and clean, and sweet;  
And the old wives, praising the blessed dead,  
Were thronging around the old press-bed,  
Where O’Hara’s widow, tatter’d and torn,  
Held to her bosom the babe newborn,
And star’d all around her, with eyes forlorn,  
   At the Wake of Tim O’Hara.  
 
     For the heart of O’Hara  
       Was good as gold,  
     And the life of O’Hara
       Was bright and bold,  
     And his smile was precious  
       To young and old!  
Gay as a guinea, wet or dry,  
With a smiling mouth, and a twinkling eye!
Had ever an answer for chaff and fun;  
Would fight like a lion, with any one!  
Not a neighbor of any trade  
But knew some joke that the boy had made;  
Not a neighbor, dull or bright,
But minded something—frolic or fight,  
And whisper’d it round the fire that night,  
   At the Wake of Tim O’Hara.  
 
     “To God be glory  
       In death and life,
     He’s taken O’Hara  
       From trouble and strife!”  
     Said one-eyed Biddy,  
       The apple-wife.  
“God bless old Ireland!” said Mistress Hart,
Mother to Mike of the donkey-cart;  
“God bless old Ireland till all be done,  
She never made wake for a better son!”  
And all join’d chorus, and each one said  
Something kind of the boy that was dead;
And the bottle went round from lip to lip,  
And the weeping widow, for fellowship,  
Took the glass of old Biddy and had a sip,  
   At the Wake of Tim O’Hara.  
 
     Then we drank to O’Hara
       With drams to the brim,  
     While the face of O’Hara  
       Look’d on so grim,  
     In the corpse-light shining  
       Yellow and dim.
The cup of liquor went round again,  
And the talk grew louder at every drain;  
Louder the tongue of the women grew!  
The lips of the boys were loosening too!  
The widow her weary eyelids clos’d,
And, soothed by the drop o’ drink, she doz’d;  
The mother brighten’d and laugh’d to hear  
Of O’Hara’s fight with the grenadier,  
And the hearts of all took better cheer,  
   At the Wake of Tim O’Hara.
 
     Tho’ the face of O’Hara  
       Look’d on so wan,  
     In the chimney-corner  
       The row began—  
     Lame Tony was in it,
       The oyster-man;  
For a dirty low thief from the North came near,  
And whistled “Boyne Water” in his ear,  
And Tony, with never a word of grace,  
Flung out his fist in the blackguard’s face;
And the girls and women scream’d out for fright,  
And the men that were drunkest began to fight:  
Over the tables and chairs they threw,—  
The corpse-light tumbled,—the trouble grew,—  
The newborn join’d in the hullabaloo,—
   At the Wake of Tim O’Hara.  
 
     “Be still! be silent!  
       Ye do a sin!  
     Shame be his portion  
       Who dares begin!”
     ’T was Father O’Connor  
       Just enter’d in!  
All look’d down, and the row was done,  
And sham’d and sorry was every one;  
But the Priest just smil’d quite easy and free—
“Would ye wake the poor boy from his sleep?” said he:  
And he said a prayer, with a shining face,  
Till a kind of brightness fill’d the place;  
The women lit up the dim corpse-light,  
The men were quieter at the sight,
And the peace of the Lord fell on all that night  
   At the Wake of Tim O’Hara.

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Words 700
Stanzas 7
Stanza Lengths 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16

William Cosmo Monkhouse

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