Here you will find the Poem Lord Leitrim of poet Francis William Lauderdale Adams
BRUTE beast, at last you have it! Now we know Truth's not a phrase, justice an idle show. Your life ran red with murder, green with lust. Blood has washed blood clean, and in the final dust Your carrion will be purified. Yet, see, Though your body perish, for your soul shall be An immortality of infamy!
