GONE! GONE! FOREVER GONE Gone, gone, forever gone Are the hopes I cherished, Changed like the sunny dawn, In sudden showers perished. Withered is the early flower, Like a bright lake broken, Faded like a happy hour, Or Love's secret spoken. Life! what a cheat art thou! On youthful fancy stealing, A prodigal in promise now; A miser in fulfilling! -- Dramatist, writer, poet Gerald GRIFFIN, Limerick-born son of a tradesman went to London in 1823, where much of his work was accomplished. Upon returning to Ireland in 1838 he divided his property up between his brothers, joined the Teaching Order of the Christian Brothers. His novels depict southern Irish life.