Acrostic on the Death of Blind Willie

Blithe Minstrel of the banks of Tyne,
Lo! o'er thy bier, for "auld langsyne,"
In silent groups, each rolling year,
Northumbria's sons will drop a tear!
Death cut thee down--the tyrant scream'd,
When thy bright spirit o'er him beam'd!
In vengeful mood he view'd his claim,
Lost in the triumph of thy name.--
Let Tyne's fam'd sons proclaim afar--
You shall outlive the Morning Star!