Pilgrim of Invea

The pilgrim died, as the least of men
But others learned in a dream
That he, who had arrived alone one night
Was not as simple as he did seem.

Another spoke that of his body, a glow
It seemed to eminate
So the least of men destined for the paupers grave
Ended up in robes, and lying in state.

The simplest of folk of good hearts and deeds
Walk as if they are the humblest of all
We are all pilgrims passing through Invea
For whom death in its time does call.

Background –
The remarkable life and death of Tadgh MacCarthy is little known in the modern day.

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