But as a poet he was in a class of his own
The poor poet of Dublin James Clarence Mangan his name
A great writer who has been long outlived by his fame
In eighteen forty nine in Ireland's post famine years without children or a partner or wife
On his forty sixth year Mangan surrendered his gift of life
Of consumption and malnutrition one who did not live to die old
In dire poverty of him written and told
In his lifetime none of his poems published out of Ireland yet they have withstood the time test
Among the writers of his Country he is one of the best
A true poet of the people of him one can say
With words he was one who surely had a way
Their journey through time on some people can be rough
And their best days in life can be even quite tough
On poor Mangan the best days were so very hard
The poet some claim to be Ireland's National Bard.
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