["Old Schoolmast(e)r"]

Old partner of our youthful mirth
Thy fruits are scattered o'er the earth
And while they bloom scarce mellowed yet
And though by time scarce mellowed yet  
The sun that warmed them soon must set
The [?]

 thy beam is spent
And when the final chord is rent 
Thou shalt not lack a monument
 departed
A land mark of our early joys
A tribute from the Kelly boys, 
 To stand mid pride's m

The mace

While Alexander weeps

While Alexander, who complained
That no unconquered realms remained,
Must dry his tears at thy command
And bid the Thracian robber stand

Mid pride's unmeaning marble toys
A land mark of departed joys